My throne upon wet stones. Waves crashing making me get lost. Howls of violence outside stop me dead in almost silence. No one would follow me to where I could go. Time, I banished. Seconds…minutes…hours, the same to me. Still, it fought back with the tides. Afraid the ocean will swallow. Strangle and take. I struggle to leave, for this is the real I’ve felt til now. Even if death is where I’ll be alive.
Writer, Poet, Thinker, Paralegal, Miawpukek First Nations, GymLife, Runner, Bike Writer, & Pun Enthusiast I like my puns intended. ✍️
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