A strike of lightning, a puff of smoke.
They forgot me,
And left without a note.
All alone on this horrid small boat.
The waves push towards my destiny.
With predetermined failure on this sea of life for me.
I can't be happy just because I should be.
Crossing the tide I find the shore,
But I cannot call it home.
Because part of me is still adrift,
On the ocean forevermore.
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Poems I wrote
PoetryI wrote all of these but be warned may be a bit dark and gloomy.
