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On his lonely boat In an ocean filled with broken fish Swimming Surviving at the depths Waiting to be rescued The fisherman waits Patiently Examining the fish below Waiting for his time To use words of kindness and care In the form of a hidden agenda These lost fish Desperate to find light in their darkness They spot a sparkle at the end of his line They observe the beauty and go to that glimmer The goodness the fisherman is showing They bite into his masked perception And realize they are getting reeled In disbelief as they get hooked closer He snaps! The bait out of their mouth This kind fisherman now owns them As they live in his bucket Among other young fish Controlled by him He, who loves to play games with their fragile minds To feel powerful and whole As he feeds them weakness Deviously devouring their soul Piece by piece Until only their skeleton remains. One managed to escape his asylum.   As he casted his line Back in the blue of hope She watched his lines Filled with glitter Nearing another How does she warn the lost fish in her sea? © Jl 2016
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Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 3:43 PM UTC
The Masked Fisherman
On his lonely boat In an ocean filled with broken fish Swimming Surviving at the depths Waiting to be rescued The fisherman waits Patiently Examining the fish below Waiting for his time To use words of kindness and care In the form of a hidden agenda These lost fish Desperate to find light in their darkness They spot a sparkle at the end of his line They observe the beauty and go to that glimmer The goodness the fisherman is showing They bite into his masked perception And realize they are getting reeled In disbelief as they get hooked closer He snaps! The bait out of their mouth This kind fisherman now owns them As they live in his bucket Among other young fish Controlled by him He, who loves to play games with their fragile minds To feel powerful and whole As he feeds them weakness Deviously devouring their soul Piece by piece Until only their skeleton remains. One managed to escape his asylum.   As he casted his line Back in the blue of hope She watched his lines Filled with glitter Nearing another How does she warn the lost fish in her sea? © Jl 2016
Spreading awareness on all types of abuse.
#trust#abuse#lost#mask#soul#woman#fish#deception#swimming#caution
JessieLang
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JessieLang
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Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 3:43 PM UTC
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