solitude is the only company i can trace; a hollow companion
empty pages swirl overhead, sinking into the bedewed abyss
ink blurs and eventually fades before i can read the seemingly imperceptible rhymes
no answers remain, simply a dark toil awaits
trust is a foreign tongue; irony in a touchable form
as i try mightily to sink, i simply rise above all outstretched, evil hands and breach the surface
life's persistent shoves and pushes bruise my knees, stinging of salt
the reigning sight, the constant lighthouse ablaze guides me home; the page i always remember
my travelling heart
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