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Let the Music Play
we were an unsinkable ship,
built to sustain any injury
thrown our way, or so we said.
cast into the dark,
yet illuminated with infinite possibilities.
suddenly slipping through our fingers
the bitter cold quickly rushed in,
and the music played on.
while the chaos surrounded us
and the children were tucked safely in their bed,
the music played on.
while prayers were whispered,
...
Tuesday 25th May 2021 4:34 pm
Rising Waters
soft rolling waves
brushing the shoreline
come hurling. warmth
that used to make
your blood boil makes you
recoil deeper
from all that you
have felt and long to
feel. digging deep
into the sand
to push it away,
you recoil
into yourself.
this was not part of
the plan; moving
to the city
to be part of the
scene, only to
find you’re constantly
sinking.
Tuesday 25th August 2020 8:12 pm
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