A wind creeps over me like a shadow from behind…. A cold brisk of wind makes me shiver… I sit on the dock As i watch the water ripple with my reflection I see a girl looking oh so puzzled…… a tear drips down her cheek into the water, making its ripples repeat over and over…. The sun sets as she sits on this dock alone. She watches the birds fly and the trees blow in the wind… she thinks it’s just to hard why can’t she ever just win? Instead she sits here on this dock taking another shot of gin…. Her head is spinning and the thoughts are like bullets to her head. Her body weakens as she wishes she was dead…. It will be okay she says as she takes a deep breath….
About the Creator
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Love to write wrote poetry when I’m in my deepest darkest moments…. ✍️
I want to help the world feel like they’re not alone ❤️
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 Gagnon6 days ago in Fiction
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