Dismember I can't help wondering, If this is the externalising Of a soul that has me plundering. Strained breaths keep rising My body swims towards the surface reluctantly, Its thoughts the weight of the ocean's blue, The darkness battles, collides with #life's residues, As my fingers straggle for the airs of hope, My eyes search for something solid; A shapeless shadow holds out a rope, My soul releases me following a steady stream of cries, And the retreating ocean colludes to dry.
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