between the cold moons and dark waves
i sang a song no one could hear
i lost myself, i lost my name
the lighthouse was nowhere near
a lonely whistling at 52 hertz
a deep aching in my soul
nights screaming silent words
and it all took a sinking toll
drifting away, away from reality
is this a blessing or a malady?
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Epiphany
Poesía"Are you calling me a sinner?" Please don't use poems without permission. Ranked #174 in Poetry 061218 Images not marked do not belong to author.
