String Theory Part 3

*~*I Made the Oceans*~*

Gray storm clouds rolled in

Painting over a blue sky

My gaze wanders far


The land dry, barren

Dirt and rock for long miles

The sun disappeared


My thoughts drift away

Traveling a distant journey

Trying to find you


Discovering you

A dead shell of your old self

Changed and different


Grief overcomes me

Lost in seas of aloneness

Lifeless among people


A tear escapes my

Eye; I wipe it fast away

And yet, still they flow


I weep for hours

The days go by, leaving me

Behind; I go blind


My tears stream into

The lands below, filling it

I made the oceans

The End

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