The Water Told Me
I've fallen victim to the sea.
Now I can't catch my breath,
and I'm constantly reminded
of the unending wrath...
The unending wrath of the water,
Filling my mouth as I gasp.
I see the shore ahead,
but it's out of my grasp.
I'm a prisoner to the ocean.
She's holding me captive,
and despite all she's done,
I don't care what happens.
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