Becoming trude from the ruins Poet Roundel

In Water Dark

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In water dark, I learn to drown
A silence colder than the sea
The ghosts I fled still pull me up
In water dark

He haunts the edge where I should be
A memory I never chose
Still carves his name inside of me

He finds me gasping, cold, stripped bare
Each time I hide, he leaves a mark
I bleed unseen in wounded air
In water dark

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Victor Buhagiar June 16, 2025 at 10:30 AM Loved your roundel. Never wrote one. Best for a win. Becoming trude from the ruins June 16, 2025 at 11:02 AM That truly means so much — thank you. This was my first time writing a roundel, so hearing that from you really made my day. I'm so glad it connected with you. Wishing you all the best too — and I hope you give the roundel form a try, you might fall in love with it like I did!