Into the Ocean
The storm
Had reached its port.
Yet the boat was so far away
From its own.
With obscuration
Of the clouds above,
Rugged and perilous waves below
The feeling of seclusion
Comes with ease.
No one but the sharks
To keep you company
Like fake friends waiting
For you to fall.
Death is docking.
The storm is here.
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