Sinking
To know what I've done,
to drown in the sea.
Sinking and falling,
in a drift so deep.
My body has gone numb,
what have I become.
A hollow sound, rings from the sea.
But, I cannot hear in my state of sleep.
A cluster of waves, pulls me under.
Into a daze, a horrid slumber.
A celestial chorus from the watery ground,
makes quite an eternal sound.
A song I hear, of life of fear.
A false story of life, of a world without strife.
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