I spent my time
Watching everything fall apart
The tall towers of my faith
Center rumbling down to the ground.
I lies still, my back on the sand
The heat stinging my skin
Waiting for the waves
To come smashing into me.
I want the deep sea
To swallow me a whole
My own castle of hope
Demolished, Impossible to rebuild.
Let the salty waters
Down my crippled bones
And worn out, devastated
Nothing is left, but
The remnants of my destroyed soul.
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CHAMBER OF MEMORIES
RomansThe act of arranging short fictional bursts of emotion to serve the purpose of homes; as a shelter for the lost and lonely. And to those who call themselves the happy ones, Nice try, but we know the truth.
