Fortify a boat, struggling to stay afloat, appears the race towards a black sandy beach one in which is filled with guilt; knowing mysterious ways to escape from the outside world. In hoards they stare and call to us, with voices silenced, very few making their way towards us (hushed murmurs of their initial meaning) yet to us, it just sounds like screaming.
We lay here, barely alive, staring at things that never mattered. Realizing it all now. Why did we survive through this travesty, was it all to prove some form of point? If so, it's poor, and utterly unnecessary.
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Poetry & Short Stories
PoetryA compilation of all my favorite poems and short stories I've written. ▪️Please give credit where credit is due. ▪️ ▪️These stories are written by me, and any similarity to any other story or poem is merely coincidental. ▪️ ➿I would truly love any s...
