Tangled Shore

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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.

 

  • Author: Alfred Lord Tennyson (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 18th, 2018 07:11
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 29
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