Crossed

Human departing horizon was lost
All out at sea and not counting the cost
Destiny landing in town yet unknown
Distanced and happy the craving to roam
Waves getting choppy my crossing is rough
Venuturing lonely when going gets tough
Life can’t be lived in a comfortable zone
Pain so much better than turning to stone
Flexing a muscle I found underused
Longing too close to becoming abused
Surfacing sea that could drown me so deep
Danger is found in the friends that we keep
Leaving was finding a man who was lost
Seeking the land means the sea must be crossed

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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