overzealous

Can’t help but reblog up and coming talent. Fresh, intense, and clear-eyed. Lovely.

sheila sea

this is the last of it,
the horizon
barely discernible
through the fume.
I have been relentless
but the echo has grown loud
refusing to be ignored.
I burned
the hallowed ground
we built.
trampled over the bush.
I am overzealous.
flawed so
gifted so
I’ve whittled down the pace
in the hopes-
in the fruitless hopes..
it is with them I hang
smirking still
through vexed withdrawal.
sly still
in silken flowing shawls.
it’s true,
I’ve caught on now.
we are the river
in the wind
and the breeze
is all but gone.

– Sheila Sea

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