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Joshua Brown Poem
Wading upon the brine of a gloomy sea,
Upon a floating dory, I sit above this forsaken deep
A creation of shape-less matter, a liquid heap
A shadowy taint covers all directions, no exit to flee
I paddle slowly, my movements are meech
Solitude stalks my soul, avariciously. It follows me
Far from hope, attached to an invisible leash
The safety of the sand is far from my reach
All I hope is to find some relief, but a mortal toll must be paid
The specter grabs at me, a featureless fiend, I cannot runaway
I paddle to escape, fear-stricken – zero time to pray
But no amount of effort matters, I am trapped in this place
I will float upon this black sea alone
The only ocean I have ever known
Copyright © Joshua Brown | Year Posted 2019
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Joshua Brown Poem
As armies march on
Kingdoms fall and widows weep,
We always forget.
Copyright © Joshua Brown | Year Posted 2019
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