I'm not afraid, to die at all.
To die, alone.
I know what I've done.
I've told a soul.
All that was lived.
And I've heard your talk.
But, the rain is coming back.
Just like it always did.
Always a few moons without it.
Makes it seem like everything is on track.
The trough under the crest is where I am.
It's been a few moons without it.
And you might not ever notice.
You say that, I'm loved.
But I say that you're foolish.
Just wait 'til you look away from me.
I'll look away soon after too.
Told you I'm not afraid to die at all.
To die alone.
The rain came on back again.
Just like it always did.
Resting in the trough like always.
So don't look at me so surprised.
When, well I.
Could die.
But I warned you.
Always riding from the crest to the trough.
From the euphoric heights.
To gutting lows.
The rain is coming back.
It's been a few moons without it.
Thought everything was right on track.
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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...
