The wind in my hair,
The sand at my feet.
The sky above,
still not yet complete.
The feeling of dread
creeps up on me,
as I stare out
at the endless sea.
I look above,
I look around,
I listen hard,
still not a sound.
The silence engulfs me,
I don't know what is wrong,
I cannot hear,
the oceans song.
S.S. xxx
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My Heart-Shaped Box
PoetryThis is a small collection of some random poetry from my life, I believe that in reading a person's writing you can get an insight into the person they truly are, so this is me and I hope you like who I am
