Xerote Poem by Javier Falcon
Xerote
In this sea of doubts,
alone I go in my unstable boat,
stranded without my hopes,
to be covered by the waves.
As the wrath of my thoughts strike,
blasting my mind overboard,
into the freezing memories below,
immersing in this evil.
As everything begins to black out,
my thoughts fade away slowly,
the last being of slight hope;
to being washed up to a golden shore.
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4/23/2024 4:16:32 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Awwww, i like it... I like the' being washed up to a golden shore' This gives me imagery, and im picturing a sandyyy beach. so sad though: ( <3333 ...mill...