At times
oceans of memories
flood my steadfast
moorings
yet still...
my soul
is in hiding
as the undertow
of the day's
reality
pulls me under
and pummels
my senses
leaving shreds
to be mended
at a later
time
and place
Jan 27, 2012
Jan 27, 2012 at 7:13 AM UTC
At times
oceans of memories
flood my steadfast
moorings
yet still...
my soul
is in hiding
as the undertow
of the day's
reality
pulls me under
and pummels
my senses
leaving shreds
to be mended
at a later
time
and place
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