Driven by the stinging wind, the sea’s salty brine
clings to moistened cheeks. Pushed ever further into
the ocean vast by pounding waves.
Limbs aching of sheer exhaustion. Weighed down by
painfully cluttered thoughts of countless difficulties
that should not have never been.
The waning light’s crimson glow fades as darkness settles
in. Broken only by tormented flashes of sullen memories
of yesteryear’s days.
Time changes awareness knowing what was, no longer
is or maybe never was. Contentedly aware that the sun
filters in windows freed of debris and grime.
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I'd never known you had dyslexia. Wow...amazing write.
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Very good
Wow it's kinda sad! But it's wondefully written! It dips into someone that's is lost at sea. I like it alot!
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