Away in the corners,
Is where I hide.
Behind all the mourners,
Alone I cried.
Tears for you and your sad thought,
That took you from me.
I loved you and fought,
But you loved the sea.
Her beautiful blue,
And that sparkling water,
It entranced you,
And you left me to potter.
You thought for days,
And began your endeavor.
You imagined ways,
To stay with her forever.
But they found what was left.
They took you from her.
I tried to stop their theft,
But a fight would occur.
But no more a drunken night,
Wishing I'd done more.
I'll go into the light,
I'll go through the door.
I'll follow you,
I'll embrace the sea.
I was trapped too,
But now I'm free.
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Almost a poet
PoezjaI'm trying my luck at poetry so it'd be great to get some feedback. Keep in mind that these poems are strongly related to depression, anorexia, and things of that sort. If you are recovering, this story is not recommended for you.
