Submissions by PenPCB

What seems simple to blindly answer

May hold anguish among its seams

Blank pages better narrate this tale

If all inkwells at hand are bloodstreams

A soul departed but to where?

In such a dreadful land

Extent yet deprived of freedom

Awake but trapped in dreams

desolate mind checks in at sunrise

Recalling what were once sacred goals

But tranquility does suffice

In the massacre of souls

A heart that once found love

It was an ocean I decided to sail
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