Shipwreck

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    Shipwreck
    Only God knows, while the scream gets
    louder..

    Splinters tearing my knees apart..

    Rolling to my back to face the rain..

    Wind raising my shirt to my neck..

    Water that should have been drank
    years ago now flooded my soul..

    Sips of memories, caress my parched
    lips..

    Cold seas held the foam..

    Galent strikes of lightening try
    to wake me..

    Quest of thought hold..

    I feel so lite, a gentle hand
    guiding..

    Bubbles finding the sun as they burst..

    Arms waving to no one..


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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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