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My sunken heart...
At the bottom of this sea of sorrow, i lay half dead. I can hear the
ships pass over head. My old friend the darkness harks back to the days
when we would laugh, he always warned one day I'd feel his wrath.
Creatures of the deep, pick at my rotting flesh as i weep and dream of
sleep, the ghosts of my foes kicking sand on my bones as they steep.
Seems like only yesterday my sails were filled with the sweet winds of
love, i can hear the rudders turning on the ocean's roof above. The
currents of time carry my driftwood soul from the ocean's bowl to my
final place of rest, between the old Celeste, and a sunken treasure
chest. Contained within are memories of life when i could swim, now
drowning in my sorrow i can see the ship's lights dim. As the dredgers
lift up everything, from fish to sand and pain, my weary hopes are
lifted when i hear the ocean drain. I breach the salty surface as i
stand where i had lain, and smile at passing sailors as i take my
breath again
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Published 25th Oct 2009
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26th Oct 2009 11:42am
Wow that was some really dark stuff...i loved your style of writing and there were so many phrases that made me just stop and wonder "wow"....
"Seems like only yesterday my sails were filled with the sweet winds of
love"
This was one of em:)
Good work:):)
"Seems like only yesterday my sails were filled with the sweet winds of
love"
This was one of em:)
Good work:):)
26th Oct 2009 11:15pm
11th Nov 2009 9:24pm
When love floats its average but when it sinks it grows depth by each fathom, the heart can grow cold or it could be devoured by some monster of the deep.
