The Wreckage

on

These seas feel so empty

I drift endlessly waiting to see land

waiting to get off this wreckage.

Give me space with shooting stars and galaxies.

give me hope and a kiss safely planted on my lips.

I will float

I will paddle until I see shore.

The storms are tiring my splintered soul

the sky is blinding my tired eyes.

Survival calls for writing.

Life calls for me in the horizon

where nothing but the blue sky cradling

the black ocean can be seen.

“Walk with me on

the water” he says to me in a mirage.

“Stand up and have faith

let me lead you I am your shield

and you hold the truth.”

 

-Sasch

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