A Poetic Mess

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

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The lost are searching,
They are trying to find a way home
But the invisible creature is holding them back.
They struggle and fight,
They will never win on their own.
Their fingers grow bloody as they claw at the sand
Fighting against the looming tide.
But the wave has caught them
There is no escaping now,
The water is swallowing them whole
Drowning out their pleas of help,
With the peaceful sound of breaking waves.


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