Bite stick

I will shape shift, run adrift,
change the way I tremble and speak.
I’ll take up the gauntlet
and shoot through the mist.
Decipher the meanings,
the curse and the bliss.
At dusk heavy shadows
press on my face,
their fingers are colder
than a witch’s breast.
I don’t get to wipe out
the angst of my past.
I cannot keep some
and bury the rest.
I know I’ll be fine,
I knew games were risky.
I’ll just need a bite-stick
and a bottle of whiskey.
I still want to reach those shores
where salt clogs your pores.
These wars
need to be put to ease,
through crack of space I’ll try to squeeze
to feel the calm, soothing ocean breeze.
This time I’ll change it all,
or so it seems.


©2018 Troy Towns


7 thoughts on “Bite stick

  1. You’re most welcome…😊😉

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    1. Thank you, I’m glad you liked it!

      Liked by 1 person

  2. Beautiful. Thanks for the ‘follow,’ Troy. Back atcha. I’ll enjoy reading your posts.

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    1. Thank you, Sarah, that’s very kind of you. I love your blog!


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