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Lost at Sea

Sometimes being found doesn’t save you from being lost.

I am an island, you are the sea
Sinking me slowly, drowning my shore.
Every rock and every tree
Dreams in vain for something more
While water, salt and ancient tide
Ebb and flow my bits away
Until there’s nowhere left to hide.
Until there’s nothing but decay.
I put up boundaries and walls:
You break them down, I am exposed.
I try to fight, I always fall;
Your weapons remain unopposed.
I am an island, you are the sea
Sinking me slowly, pulling me down.
In time, no one will remember me.
I’ll be dead, and gone, and drowned.
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