Seething rage ebbing beneath a placid sea
I drift,
a vagrant in search of a soul
The knives have cut deep gouging away bits of sanity
I only want what I do not have,
Have never possessed,
but believed was mine.
It is gone,
an illusion eternally out of reach.
I ache with the emptines of chasing it's shadow.
A violet sunset bleeds reflection on the surface of a placid sea
No one hears my scream
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