I wake up weary
when will this part of me fade
I wake up weary
the sorrow deep in my bones
put on my best shoes
and fill them with stones
take a walk in the ocean
the sirens calling me home
will I rot away
or will the lobsters call me gourmet
anyone could end up on the menu
you have my gratitude
if you let me fade quietly into melancholy
bleeding into the tides
breathing into the sea
bone dust drifting
there is plenty of fish to feed
a noble end
drowning the weary part of me
About the Creator
Hufflecup
I want nothing more than to dedicate my life to writing, so I figured I would start here to test the waters. I will be submitting stories to as many communities as possible.
Reader insights
Outstanding
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
Top insight
Eye opening
Niche topic & fresh perspectives
I AM
This is not who I thought I would be. Before my family was captured and forced into slavery, I had aspirations of becoming a wealthy business owner or possibly a scholar and philosopher. Becoming a warrior was the furthest thing from my mind. Unfortunately, our Roman conquerors had other plans.
By Mark Gagnon4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (11)
So perfectly composed. We still have to put our smiling face for the world to see.
This is excellent and well deserving of the title of Top Story! Congratulations 🥳
Beautifully written.
So dark, but such beautifully written descriptions
Thanks for sharing & congrats on TS!
Great line ‘ or will the lobsters call me gourmet’ Congratulations
Very morose thoughts, very well expressed. Congratulations!
congrats on the top story
Back to say congrats on top story!
Oh my. So sad, yet beautifully written. Congrats on the TS.
I felt every word. That was really well done :)