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The 'Ones
I long for the shore amidst the storm
As the waters rattle my cold bones
I ask for help across the yonder
The darkness holds me under the stones
I want to leave, can't say live
Life's given me a bed of pointed cones
Pleas bounce back on walls so thick
Echoes of silence stab me like thorns
I sink from shallow to something deeper
An orchestra plays those deathly tones
I fear for death as it never ends there
Still in limbo I'll hear my own mourns.
Copyright ©
Hamzah Ali James
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