Reflections of the soul,
Cast in rippling water.
Smooth as glass,
Choppy as waves,
Swirling and dark,
Lost in currents.
Dragging dreams deep,
Down to the abyss.
Dappling light,
Hidden in storms,
Buried by doubt,
Black as the darkest crevice
in the sea of the mind.
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Poems
PoetryPoems I've written when the mood has struck or when I don't want to cry so I write or when I want to procrastinate other writing or because I just felt like it. Here you go.
