Today, I walked not
but swam past wounded fish,
That crawl on the hard waters of life.
I swam, nonchalantly carefree; for I was drugged
with a scent unknown, which had my senses blown,
Thus I swam, with eyes closed whilst
millions of wounded fish crawled past me,
But there was no blood to see.
Just misery gushing out of their gills.
Yet nonchalant, I swam,
breathing in the scent I swam.
Shoving them aside,
With a mood light, I swam.
The harder I swam, the stronger got the scent,
Then I reached the dead end,
But the mother of the scent was nowhere to see.
I smelt myself, the scent was in me.
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Incandescent Nightfall
PoetryThe night closes in, darkness awaits me...but there is light somewhere i believe, waiting with its radiance to make me shine forever and after...i hope, i will endure, i wish i will live.
