Whispers of the Stranded Soul
Written: June 24, 2023
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Sadness erupts; who is suffering sails?
In the depths where hope once dwelled.
A vessel that was gone, love's dying exhale
Lost by the cruel hand of fate, they were felled.
Surf cracks at the damaged husk plea,
Pull me! It conveys a pathetic guarantee.
But the sea, relentless as it is, carries on.
Indifferent to the ship's mournful song.
Lost love, a haunting melody,
Echoing through the depths of the sea.
Life's achromatic; living color pales,
As tears sew a sad tapestry on a stirred sail.
Grief, a relentless tide, washes ashore.
Windswept memories muck line the floor.
Every grain of sand is a painful reminder.
Of a love that once burned, is lost in the fire.
The winds retch your name, sandblasted and biting.
As the soul of the stranded keeps on fighting.
Whispers carried on the bitter breeze,
Echoes of a love that's brought to its knees
But in the depths of anguish, a glimmer of light
As the soul of the stranded takes flight.
Through the storm and the sorrow, it finds its way.
To a place where love's colors never fade.
In the swag of sadness, it weaves a radical thread.
Finding strength in the tears that were shed
The whispers of the stranded soul rise.
Carried by the wind, reaching for the skies.
And as the waves crash and the winds subside,
The stranded soul finds solace in the tide.
Though the pain may linger, the love remains.
In memories that ebb and flow as gentle rains.
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