The Waiting Shore
three years of hell
three years of pain
three years of desertion
three years of lying to myself
"that someday your ship will arrive
on my shore now covered in weeds"
you set out on the seas
to look for your stolen peace
your memories growing over me
prisoner to who i have become
my eyes are starting to feel blurry
death is creeping upon me
Copyright © Maanvinder Pilania | Year Posted 2025
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