Air fills my lungs as if I have to live
Dead inside and out the day I was born
Who was I again?
A stranger from a distance echoes my name
A name which I had long forgotten
The wind whispers but I can no longer hear
A friend perhaps?
An ocean away yet I felt his grip on the top of my skin
I shouted with no voice
Silence fills the air
A void devours the sound around me
But the vibration on my feet tells me someone is near
A friend perhaps?
Her eyes distorted
A cold yet familiar hand takes a hold of her
A psychopomp maybe?
It guided her soul through Oceanus
The frigid waves who washed ships ashore bowed to her
Esylium is near ...
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Life’sEmotions (Pseudonym) (
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your poem is so magnificent , Well done.
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