A tempest rolls over the peppered horizon,
to take a fickle anchor where my past lies,
in a shallow grave in a deep sea of spent tears;
an ocean of time wasted dwelling on fears,
my name remains etched beneath the abyss,
with my lips starved empty without your kiss
they feel the absence like an unwelcome guest,
waiting in the memory cast in a spiteful test
with your gaze open to my eyes,
the tempered facade again unties,
How could he look but never find
never see what was behind
those cheerful windows of the soul,
or was that truth not the goal?
Though it is hidden without a sound
an ocean of melancholy I have found
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awesome
once again, i like it. great poem!!!you are really good
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