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Thursday, 9 June 2016

Poem: Depth of Death

Ask me why, 
I need a sip today, 
Not tomorrow, not yesterday. 

The news travelled fast, 
Faster than sails on vast; 
But it was my own undoing, 
Chasing the truth into hiding. 

It comes back to me, 
Like how its meant to be, 
Feeling like ashes tossed to sea. 

The heart thus sinks, 
Just like how everything links; 
Back to where depth was not death, 
Now I watch you from beneath... 

Copyright © 2016 thearcticstar

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