Monday, 8 August 2016

Lost

Awkard silent dismissal, heard no plea
I remained on the dry land that was breifly you and me
But your country is a faraway land on clouds without a sea
Splintered cracks appear from nowhere 
On windows to my world here and there
Vanishing into dry wounds unhealed, sore
Unheard pleas, those salty seas
Burn my soul down and wait for more

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