A broken load stone points North
no more than a wounded heart knows joy.
No words...
Odysseus adrift...Penelope abandoned.
Better a castaway, on dry land, where barren consistency lends itself to numbing complacency...
than adrift in a sea, where tumultuous waves
simulate life with false hope glimmering in the distance.
Odysseus adrift...
A broken load stone points North no more than a wounded heart points to salvation
No words...
Odysseus adrift...Penelope abandoned.
Better a castaway, on dry land, where barren consistency lends itself to numbing complacency..then adrift in a sea, whose tumultuous waves simulate life and false hopes glimmering in the distance
