On the bottom of the ocean there's a sunken ship
covered in rust and seaweed and a lot of shit.
Many moons ago the ship was abandoned
as it filled with saltwater. Now it's haunted
By the lost souls that drowned along with it;
wishing they never climbed aboard that damned ship.
These souls are taunted by the vastness of the deep, dark ocean,
provided with no bright rays to turn the darkness to merely dim.
They've tried to escape but the darkness was too vast,
so they stayed with the ship, as it is all they have.
At night you hear the souls' sorrowful cries-
mourning for their loved ones who tragically died.
One night a single soul fled into the darkness,
for she would rather ponder into the vastness
than spending another minute between that endless weeping.
She knew she had to escape from the same old routine.
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A Series Of Events
PoetryI've found that I am most comfortable in discomfort and chaos, as opposed to serenity and happiness; probably because this broken part of me is all I've ever known. love, turmoil, desperation, infatuation, betrayal, death. these poems will contain...
