Down the line
Bottom depth
I reached the ground
Holding my breath
Looking up
I am bound
To lose sound
My mind
Under each wave
Crashing down
Touching sand
Held in my hand
Grains of thought
My soul is bought
Yours forever mine
Under water
Adrift in current
I let it take me
Just let it be
In the drift
Passing by
Wave of peace
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Chronicles Of Midnight
PoetryComposed of poetry and ideas and scenes from short stories that I probably wont write. A bunch of thoughts that might or might not make sense. #unorganized It gets better the further you read, so just keep reading or skip a few. Me.
