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My home is the ocean. The waves and the collapsing
of the bubbles without certain figures. Of nothing
but ever-changing, amidst the stillness of the vast emptiness
underneath the surface of these waters. The darkness
echoing below, surviving in itself as a form of necessity
to build and rebuild, to invade and succumb to the sanity
of searing shackles of my mind. After each cloud that fills
the sky leaving me transparent to the passing boats, still
unnoticed, provoked and left undiscovered, unknown and feared.
Refined and understood to be a place of calm yet closed and stirred,
sacrificing the depths to unbroken promises
placed under the dark of hidden spaces.
People are right only in one thing in this life
that monsters lurk in the veil of the unseen, inside
were the secret keepers of the truth leaving a stain of pain
to anyone who dares to catch a glimpse in the flame
hidden under this deep trench,
and fail to reach every feeling,
and the seas are
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This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.
Dreams, desires, id and ego.
This poem is about our failure to feel fulfilled by our constant consumption of life.
Read it and find out.