If I write about my soft demise
That drifts like lost waves
Beneath shipwrecked eyes
Would you listen to my ocean’s lies?
When I wake each morn and romance my end
Painted dead red like love
And with free will to Lethe descend
Would you with light my darkness bend?
Lost
Lifeless
Losing
Empty
Dead
Sneak
Creep
Keeping
Fullness
Dread
Watch now as I fall and break each pretty bone!
Or in my own flames will writhe and moan
Look away! Look away!
My soul has flown
I ended as I began
Alone
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Author:
sylviasearcher (
Offline) - Published: June 15th, 2020 03:24
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Comments1
A brilliant interpretation of endless non-existence. Into my faves with this one Sylvia. Great write.
Thank you Faye 😊
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