Echoing in my psyche you are always there.
Ever expanding, I understand little of your true flair.
Without your existence there would be no prayer.
For most your value they aren't aware.
Yours skills at adapting we can't compare.
Your many branches ensure the world isn't bare.
Working as a canvas for those like Voltaire.
You embody every letter without care.
Rules revolve around you and yet are broken in seconds
Without your guiding hand we'd be in constant warfare.
Life without you is unimaginable so beware.
For you make it so we can do more than stare.
And you'll puzzle me greatly I swear.
Still I haven't talked about what some had had to share.
Seemingly wrong phrases aren't all that rare.
However your worshippers will continue to stare
YOU ARE READING
The Anchor
Short StoryA collection of original short stories and poems. Most using extended metaphors and figurative language to express emotions. I apologize for any grammatical errors, feel free to kindly alert me in the comments.
