10 lutego 2012
Black waters
I sail these thick black waters
In search of something more,
Is there anything to be found?
Nothing seen for miles;
No light, no sand, no shore.
All wind is dead, still yet I move
In this vessel I call bliss
Is there anything to be found?
Alas, my ignorance shows,
I am stuck in this abyss.
Although, through the outside everything
Seems completely calm and dead,
Is there anything to be found?
No matter how I try, I still cannot
explain this grueling dread.
Lost at sea forever more
Consumed by my own thoughts
Is there anything to be found?
Besides a shameful past and future
Marked and stained with blots
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