Forgotten memories,
Stranded on a forsaken island,
No food,
Salt water,
At the brink of my sanity,
I couldn't swim in the salty sea,
Couldn't even get out some salt to make tea,
I roamed this wretched soil to find what?
Nothing!
No trees, no mountains,
Just a flat piece of land and the sea,
I tripped on a stone,
Only to find out it had been arranged to spell something,
Escape?
Who'd written this?
Was it me!?
My brain could take all the information,
So I dived off the peak of sanity,
Driven insane by my own thoughts,
I jumped into the sea,
Just realizing,
"I couldn't swim!"
Then everything came back to me,
I had tried to escape,
From myself.
The sea washed me up at shore,
Devoid of memories,
And so the vicious cycle continued.
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Flying Umbrella
PoesiPoetry book of an umbrella, who had her own way of life. × × × I write on the pictures in every page, I'll just keep adding anytime I can, but I'll love you to check it out! Comment and VOTE!!❤️ Happy Reading 🌺🌺