One Night In Bermuda
The oceans rolls, hauntingly.
An eerie sound of my dark, forgotten past
crashes through my mind
like the confusion I used to feel.
The Tropical night air
Intoxicates my soul.
Echoes of restless waters
Palm fronds in the breeze,
While thousands of bright, white stars
gleam in the heavens,
Suspended in black space like theatre props.
The Drama of conflicting opinions and small hates
is surprisingly Real.
The waves slip back to their beginnings
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