of burning ships lighting across the sea,
trapped by my own hands, I wait for my death
for the flames to devour all in me
Past regrets surface, as I breathe no more
foreign doubts subdue my heart, dragging me
down, down
down . . .
a thought as alien as a new life
lilts softly through the current, shining bright
it pries open my eyes, forcing me to
see, see
see . . .
nothing is lost while the mind still wanders
nothing is silent when the waves crash down.
water, once stagnant, now bursting, alive
in tidal wonders of a spacious mind
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