You caught me drowning
Drowning in the sea of self daunt
Barely floating in the tides of hatred of self
in this sea of hate which lacks purity
You lend a helping hand
Ones of bronze and steal
Pulling me out of this dark hazy dream
You were the only one who heard me scream
A passionate act of kindness I presumed
Discomfort at first but shortly after calm comfort
I thought you were my only rescuer
But this seems to be a normality for this good Samaritan
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Love under a dying star
Poetry"How can stars describe the ways of our sun" Love under a dying star is poetry book part of a passionate collection under a name which is yet to be revealed. It is the continuation of Love like broken clouds and takes readers on a journey through...
