They wandered through the waves of shoals,
Of crowded schools of ceaseless void -
A futile struggle, dimmed by dark.
They grip the railing, solid steel
A buoy that keeps them just afloat.
A mien encases them, shielding,
Or drowning. What's the difference?
It hurts regardless. Doesn't matter.
As their belongings trawl behind,
The lights wash over their frontage.
One might have said "devoid of life"
But oceans deep into their eye
A fisherman would say otherwise.
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"When you have lost hope, you have lost everything. And when you think all is lost, when all is dire and bleak, there is always hope"
- Pittacus Lore
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Silence in the Walls
PoetryThis is for those who lost or found their voices. This is for those who could and could not breathe. This is for anyone who is stuck or escaped the dismal abyss of all-consuming emptiness. This is a reminder; a representation of the hardships we co...
