Endless Waves
I’m drowning in the waves...
The grave riptides that are my past relationships are scattered...
The sunken graveyard of broken,
beaten,
blackened,
and battered ships with dark smoke stacks
that billow the past, used-up souls up up and away discharge the bodies under
as they cannot pass through to ethereality.
Copyright © Kyle Perkins | Year Posted 2021
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