Callous and rough
Aspirational sensations
Slipping through twilight
Descending into the depths
Drowning in the lagoon
Gradually smothering, bound
Like that of summer cicadas
Who shed their skin
And abandon their molts
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Poems of an anchor
PoetryI'm a poet, and yes, I know it I am very fond of poetry and writing. I'm the kind of person who never verbalizes my feelings. I prefer to write them down, transforming them into literary works of art. Words bear comfort and catharsis for my heart an...
