Seas of Melancholy
His seas of melancholy
Washed the pain up on his shore
And offered up to him
Only thoughts of his abhor
All the things he hated
He spoke with his last breath
As I sat and waited
For time to bring his death
Copyright © Ernest Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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