The Serbs Poem by J.M Berger

The Serbs



Out here. With the stars in the sky so dark. I know it’s there but I can’t see the ocean. Hear the waves. Waves rushing, crazy waves. Tomorrow. Immersion will put me at ease. Those who want it will never have peace. Time, and more time. Everybody’s still drowning in the past. Lightning wholesale. Warehouse. Light a lamp and follow.

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