I spend most of my last days naked
Standing alone in the shower
My feet are getting crashed by the waves,
that came from the Pacific Ocean
The water is pouring down my neck
So close to me,
I can almost hear it screaming to me
Once I saw the horizon with my dark pupils
But I let my eyelids darken them
And the horizon I dreamed of disappeared
Only for me to realise
I'm back on the square one
And again,
I'm lost at sea
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Author:
The last one dying (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem holds memories to me since it's my first born child, and also the metaphors reflect my life and the way I've been misunderstood and hated.
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Powerful work. Great use of the senses.
Thank you so much, your comment means a lot to me.
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