I Am What Remains
I am what remains of what
was once a living whole,
dug in deep, protruding, though,
and unobtainable.
A stump.
By Sef Daystrom
Downward Grows the Root
Downward grows the root.
Outward grows the skin.
Upward grows the shoot.
What way blows the wind?
Wayward.
By Sef Daystrom
Blow for Blow They Matched Each Other
Blow for blow,
they matched each other.
Neither would fall to the other.
In the eyes of the crowd,
they were this.
Equal.
By Sef Daystrom
I Am Two-faced, But Bear One Head
I am two-faced, but bear one head.
Men spill their blood for me.
I have no legs but travel widely.
I make kings immortal.
I am potent when shared,
Yet lust for my power keeps me locked away.
What am I?
Money (coins specifically). Coins have two faces, heads and tails. People fight for money, and money travels far and wide. Kings live on when they’re depticted on a coin. Sharing money with others is a meaningful experience yet many people keep their money locked up.
If I Didn’t Exist, You Wouldn’t Either
I’m a six-letter word. If I did not exist, you wouldn’t either. With my first letter omitted I’m an alternative. The last three letters are feminine. The first four letters make an insect.
Who am I?
Mother
other = an alternative
her = feminine
moth = an insect