The eternal ache draws on.
My journey feels at end.
Finally, the close.
Dripping fangs of salt.
Yanking into the abyss.
I pray for no seconds left.
The moon filled with all my worries.
Playing with those empty sounds like a murder of crows.
A broken cacophony of agony.
Twenty-two sunken ships.
The scorn of the moon.
A nasty scourge in final moments.
The wandering dawn of an extinguished hope.
The righteousness of sun.
A shield better left splintered.
A nevermore buried and coiled within.
Everything I hated and choked down like words.
It was a truthful essence.
Not naive to the false promises.
For the dark made night of the fading sun.
To death of the garden.
From death of the sapphire.
To life in the twilight of the celestial.
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Sunrise or Sunset: The Sea of Sapphire
PoetryPleasantMajority here. Some of you may have somehow read my first solid venture into poetry: Sunrise or Sunset: The garden of hugs. Others are new. In this collective I intend on taking my visitors into the depths of the ocean. All the way from the...
