I am a wreck.


And it's such a dismal situation,

To be out at sea with no horizon.


Then I'm splintered by the waves

On rocks sharper than the words

Which sting the sores like the salt in the sea.


A sunken ship, scattered in solitude.

Washed up on some stark shore

Where the surf slaps small stones.


Sentenced to the sonance of the sea.

Disappearing into singing sands.

The End

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