Broken and ruined.
A home of lost dreams.
Filled with sorrow and hate.
A place among the tangled shore.
Forgotten and afraid.
The light not shine,
amongst this wretched home.
By death I lay along the tangled shore.
Dark and damp,
my body remains.
Within this place.
Forever in anguish.
Into the tangled shore I go,
forget me naught.
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Author:
Alfred Lord Tennyson (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 18th, 2018 07:11
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 29
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