
Roaming without direction,
unbound by lack of choice;
set adrift in the sea of chaos.
Waves threaten to crest over me,
never easing to reveal
the edge of the horizon.
What hope is there
when hope is devoured?
Dragged down like a whale fall,
picked apart till the bones
barely stand.
But what is taken must
eventually be returned,
so here I drift with the current,
limbs bound by my own weight,
one eye on the light above the waves.
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Amanda Starks
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