My Feelings
As I walk a Black Sea of turmoil and misfortune.
I see not the lights of the loved ones I once new.
I see them as empty shells that were fired by life's gun.
But even though I walk this dismal ocean 'tis not mean I have no fortune.
With them come the life and souls that I new but have yet flew.
With new faces that enter this darkness I do all but shun.
The new lights that though they may guide they do not quell the dark inside.
There are some that when I see I feel better in a way that make me normal.
There are some that make an anger of midsummer storm attack my ocean.
Though I will not feel it for deep within this ocean I do reside.
For this is something I hide well within though it may seem abnormal.
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