I was adrift in a black mist
victim of sorrow and pain,
Stooge of an agony so slow
That rove through each vain.
I was buried under my shipwreck.
I was prisoner of the ocean beneath.
Ponderous weights pulling me down
while I restlessly fought to breathe.
Then my sight became dimly lit,
And my thoughts conquered me.
I couldn't find the pieces to fit
for the puzzles I always flee.
And so my wings were gashed down
And my hopes turned to ashes.
I fell inside a prison of my own
With a door that never unlatches.
Now I spend eternity dying
like the burnt branches of a tree,
With a sky inked way darker
Than the night oughts to be.
{s.m}
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