Endless blankets of gray
twisting and churning
restless.
This is your life
pulling apart and resurfacing
drowning in a sea of unfamiliar faces
lost and languidly descending.
A pattern that’s everlasting in its torment
raging on like Gods
battering the shoreline with unrest and
unease
pushing and pulling but never earning more.
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Embody Me
PuisiA series of emotional poems that aim to make your soul feel something.
