Take a deep breath in.
Smell the misty sea air, like barnacles clinging to the side of a ship.
Taste the grit of the sand beneath your feet, compacting like metal in a machine.
Feel the nipping morning breeze, like crabs at your heels.
Listen to the sounds of the birds, singing their lungs out across the bay.
Look out to the horizon. Past the rising Sun. Further than the bobbing ships. Beyond the sea.
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Poems of a Broken Man
PoetryHere you will find short examples of poetry, from me, a broken man. I'm not as broken as others, but as a writer, one of the most creative and vulnerable things you can be is broken. If you have one take away from these, please make it this; Check u...
