Why do you run?


Do you think I’m a witch

Who will enchant you,

Imprison you in my gingerbread house

And suck out your soul?


Or perhaps I’m Calypso?

Weary of my solitude, 

I will keep you on an island

Of desolate beauty.


Maybe I’m a Siren,

Whose irresistible call

Lures you to your demise,

Broken, on sharp, black rocks.



I’m not any of those;  

I’m just another lost soul,

Wandering the desert,

Waiting for the rain

So the flowers can bloom.


Poetry by Nancy Sikora The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-07-11 at 03:49

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Yes, we are empty glasses looking to be filled by others. The suggestions here are very good. Did you know that the Sirens for all their beautiful songs actually had the legs of a bird? We find out such things about others much too late. I enjoyed this.

A thought my exes can relate to all too well

Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
I'm loving this to the moon and back! It is delightful!! :) kathy