Help.
I sit here stranded.
Surrounded, trapped, consumed.
Utterly lost.
At a place I once called home.
Where the waves once caressed my aching heart, comforted my silent tears.
Now, the wind howls with fury.
A rage so breath taking.
So deadly.
Yet, I stay, sinking into the despair of the ocean, allowing for my soul to become lost in misery that surrounds me.
Until it corrupts me in turn.
Feeding off my sorrows.
My sadness.
Pain.
So I scream into the horizon.
My voice growing hoarse, desperate.
For a fallen angel, a knight in shining armor.
That I know will not come.
Leaving me
Helpless.
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Night Sky
PoetryA collection of poetry To chase away the fear And cleanse your aching soul.
