Blue and grey
The ocean and sky
The saddest display
Of life passing by
All secrets kept
Deep down within
All dreams of hope swept
Away with the wind
To ceaseless tides flow
All pain I bequeath
Yet seldom I show
The monsters beneath
In the wake I confide
My cold-blooded chill
Like a nimbus I’ve cried
As I let my guts spill
Darkness at heart
Lonely shore sorrow
A black abyss art
A tempest tomorrow
Drowned in this thinking
Storm clouds have shrouded
Further I'm sinking
To depths I once doubted
Adrift in lost love
As horizons beseech
The heavens above
Always just out of reach
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We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic3 days ago in Fiction
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