drowning
distasteful water flourishes in
above the clouds race atop this murky haze,
runes tossed didn’t seem to spell out this storm
as the verve of ignorance ploughs its laze,
one more pace towards a blast of shimmer
the ripples will call out the stars to darken and dim,
when will I learn to keep a clear crater of comic radius
turn me away from where the waters shrapnel shan’t gravitate,
nurture me a fine and dandy silt lined bunker
I will hide down in the depths till this tirade of persecution abates,
inward, it impedes my progress, a heavy anchor
its face reminds of a grimace of callous maniacal obstruction,
nocturnal wishes that place a firm blanket of warmth over you
show faith to the thoughts that sway in a loving and cosy hearted way,
gorging from the saline wept from their own eyes
the thirst it creates lingers still,
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