fiction or poetry? (sestina form)
by rosangelica.
telling me life is easy like beach
living, cautious but free
residing in his own darkness
begging for more
deeming not satisfied
staring with intent
unable to be free
his mind requires more
dreamer with minimum intent
lacking motive; not satisfied
digested by darkness
living on the beach
spontaneous supper screams intent
yanking me towards the beach
searching to be satisfied
crucified for being free
subconscious requiring more
slapping sand, drowning in darkness
this is not my darkness
I am without intent
his pointless desire for more
a reason to lie on a beach
mockery of my ability, to be free
saying this lifestyle makes him satisfied
began to crave more
lies, not yet satisfied
I pay a visit to the beach
cerebral oceans submerged in darkness
I drown myself with intent
finally qualified to define free
I will never want more
floating and satisfied
