The Empty Shell

An empty shell, tumbling on the ocean floor

What did it do for the creature to leave it all alone

It ponders on it, thinking of it non-stop

Until it just wants to sink and its mind wants to pop

I shouldn't be like this, this isn't normal

Another creature will find me, maybe in the morning

A morning comes, then noon, then evening

Still all alone, it has been deceiving

Itself into thinking that it had a chance

When no-one wants to save a lowly shell

The End

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