Tuesday, October 16, 2018

Drifting. by Anthony King

I find myself a drift upon a sea
A sea of endless pity
Like a drink that never runs dry.
This drink…
This drink called life.
Rolling on the evening tides
Drifting further out to sea
Away from anything…
Everything … Just drifting.
The sun it rises then it sets
Like a day upon one’s life
And going…
Never ending
Still drifting away on the tide.


Antony King is a writer/ poet from Eastern Kentucky. Antony spent his formal years in Cleveland Ohio where he underwent private instruction in The Arts, Music, and Literature. His love of the classics guided him to poetry and fueled his passion for writing. After art school, Antony spent 23 years in the world of advertising, and design. He began honing his skills both as a writer, and an artist. He has been fortunate to have his works published in several journals, and contributes to his local, as well as online poetry groups.

1 comment:

  1. I absolutely love this piece. Mr. King is an amazingly talented poet. His passion for the written word is so impressive.


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