Lack of Air

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: January 01, 2011

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sandy waves peak at tide with the silky sky of dusk silhouetting my large shadow my mind in the afterglow fading like my scent of musk is the urge i had once to hide with my arms raised high i welcome the raise of the waves its the only thing i have to crave the only cure to my cry curled fingers grip the sand pulling away with the undertow washing away the imprint of my hand this is where my body begins to flow the sound of traffic turns to deaf completing my lives symphonic deep sad bass clef the waves and i share love platonic the moon grows dim as my face turns a smile from being grim the water turns to red with the popping of my ears drum i sink faster and faster like lead a fate too melancholy for some deeper and deeper i feel peace my chest compacts and i feel release my body floats loose and slowly already i can see myself sink as i rise it seemed so very unholy to live in that shell of a disguise as my glowing hand touches the cold of my limp hand both sets of eyes lock it is a moment that cant be bought or sold as i rise up from myself to air by bach i say good-bye to all my grief and turn my back to hover above the sea to bask in lunar light obsorbing relief how high and deep i can be never before have i been satisfied until the ocean felt how hard i cried


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