At Most A Sea – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO

Turned down by the winters frost we circled around the head of the dead, a sea like body, crashing against our shores, we never liked the chances given, we knew the stale lies told were our ending, right as we might the hope, bodies dead but running could not be stopped, the sea rose as we fled, covering the sun’s fingers, no hope to be, the shadow fell, say a prayer, find forgiveness for me…

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