A feel of relief,
So concrete.
Yet could still be torn up just like a street.
Riding the wave,
of an unfolding life.
Yet the sun may never come back after. tonight.
Seen the feeling,
A cold pressed harvest.
Shallowly mistaken for trying our hardest.
Cracking skulls
Just like cracking a whip.
The crack of their lightning has sunken our ship.
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Author:
Noah (
Offline) - Published: February 13th, 2018 17:58
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Class. Sometimes its a no win isn't it and our ship sinks. But somehow the ocean of life doesn't want to be full of wreckage so it throws us back into the waves where once again with a broken mast and a ripped sail we continue the voyage to wherever.
I really liked this piece.
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