Slight ripples of water upon land.
Now a tiny thing in sight.
My Arms limp at sides.
My Tears melting in with water as water melted into lungs.
My Face pleading to no one.
Water drowned vision.
Weights dragging down limbs deeper and deeper.
And I screamed
In the Sea of Silence
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Misster Normal (A Poetry Collection)
PoésieEveryone's different. But everyone has the same standards to be normal. So... what is exactly being 'normal'? Please note that every persona is different to represent everyone (although some may share things in common). Credits to the artist for the...
