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Lost at Sea
Cast to the winds, battered by sea.
Flames engulf your raft of reed.
Though you sought your retribution,
To clear your heart's unchecked pollution,
Though you felt there must be hope,
Kindles remain of your paltry lifeboat.
You realise you've lost count of the days
And it adds more saltwater to your ocean grave.
You stifle your scream,
But can't swallow your pain.
They know you're in need
But rush to refrain.
Instead of salvaging your broken parts,
They left you adrift-
That's how it starts.
Just think of the things you've already lost.
All that you had, your future was squashed.
Now with nothing but ashes in waves,
To signify the death of those last few rays,
You lean back, heart withered, but you don't cry.
You don't care, you don't fight, you just close your eyes.
You're used to the sensation,
The comfort of coming undone,
The drowning desperation
As water fills your lungs.
Flames engulf your raft of reed.
Though you sought your retribution,
To clear your heart's unchecked pollution,
Though you felt there must be hope,
Kindles remain of your paltry lifeboat.
You realise you've lost count of the days
And it adds more saltwater to your ocean grave.
You stifle your scream,
But can't swallow your pain.
They know you're in need
But rush to refrain.
Instead of salvaging your broken parts,
They left you adrift-
That's how it starts.
Just think of the things you've already lost.
All that you had, your future was squashed.
Now with nothing but ashes in waves,
To signify the death of those last few rays,
You lean back, heart withered, but you don't cry.
You don't care, you don't fight, you just close your eyes.
You're used to the sensation,
The comfort of coming undone,
The drowning desperation
As water fills your lungs.
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