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Pulmonary Cataclysm
My heart is heavy, my spirit broken,
Aboard a ship that’s vigorously sinking.
Thoughts are spinning, tied in knots,
Seeking answers, all words are lost.
Twisted mind, hollow bloodshot eyes,
Shallow breathes harmonize along anxious sighs.
Beneath the surface, void of light,
Symphonic miseries dance amidst the twilight.
Tick Tock times now forgotten,
Dreams have been unwoven.
No longer will this ship take sail,
Capsized and submerged, abandoned and sunken.
Published 21st May 2012
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14th Sep 2014 7:21pm
Very vivid imagery,I feel it's written by someone whose lost faith in something or somebody or who has his trust destroyed completely and does not find any hope of ever emerging out of the surface.
My interpretation anyway.
My interpretation anyway.
