I’ve gone away
A silent retreat,
A consoling defeat,
The tides devastate
All of my cities.
I am lost
In this labyrinth -
Crystal clear,
A stifling fear.
For whom does
The fire toll?
The days
Slowly slither into
Distress
Soon when the dissension
That remains unfazed crumbles;
A struggle between
Time and wanting;
We’ll traipse the
Seas astray
Until we’re gone,
Far-fetched,
Away
That even our visages
Shatter as we leave
Them there,
Dying.
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