Crestfallen sighs to mirror waves
Lost mind to discontented days
Wasting breath from burning chest
Most welcome trove of treasured death
Smooth pebbled shore, beached jellyfish
Acts of cutting ties and….
Past life drowning under surface
Found paradise and don’t deserve this….
Love where once I thought self gone
To die alone, a silent song
Subject to scorn self letting down
The walls which isolate one’s sound
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