Treasure Island

Nicholas Peter


White Canyon


The retching echoes,
In a sorrowful white canyon,
filled with water,
it bellows loudly,
and mournfully.

The water,
soon becomes sullied,
with contents of melancholy,
and broken body pieces,
former joy.

Soon it will be flushed away,
and run into the sea,
The contents of a sad child,
in the white canyon,
false perfection is desired,
above all.

Submitted: Monday, October 14, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 25, 2013

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