There is no one that knows of this except for me,
But my life ended in the wake of 3rd grade.
When children start to gather round,
Based on what they like and on what they don't.
Perhaps I was one of the former,
But more likely one of the latter
Since one day as we gathered for lunch,
And the moment I slipped away (to the washroom, I might add)
My lunchbox was set aside
Further left, and a little bit south.
It did not occur to me the thought
That I would be left astray
When all I truly wanted
Was for us to all get along.
One of ours was left behind,
A castaway calling from shore
I answered and gave my right hand
Only for them to let go of my left.
Truly, we were children of the sun.
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The Bottom of The Sea is Dark and Lonely
PoetryIn attempting to heal my wounds, Many more came to announce their arrival Etching their names onto the marble walls Of the grand palace in my wavering mind. So I sank deep, deep down into the depths Trying to find an escape. But the bottom of the se...
