I.
I've bled
Till my veins run dry
My bones
Are shattered and broken
Withering
II.
The ink
From my pen drags,
Then pools and
Blots the page
As I let it
Fall
III.
All my energy
Siphoned from memories,
Has now diminished
I take my last breath
As I allow
My small boat
To be pitched across
By the winds and waves
~Fin.
Aug 7, 2020
Aug 7, 2020 at 10:16 AM UTC
I.
I've bled
Till my veins run dry
My bones
Are shattered and broken
Withering
II.
The ink
From my pen drags,
Then pools and
Blots the page
As I let it
Fall
III.
All my energy
Siphoned from memories,
Has now diminished
I take my last breath
As I allow
My small boat
To be pitched across
By the winds and waves
~Fin.
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