Crashing, burning,
drunk on honey eyes
and summer whiskey.
Crushing, falling,
the weight of waves
left on my shoulders.
Wishing, whispering,
just hit the rocks
and try to carry on.
Circling, hunting,
blood in the water-
they prey on my fear.
Crashing, burning,
nothing left of me
but ashes and whispers
of what could be.
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enigma
Poetrypoems that attempt to provide an insight into the enigma that is my mind as I splinter myself between realities, trying to make sense of the world around me -- I write of all my feelings, all my thoughts. Everything I experience and suffer, everythi...
