It Could Help But Is Selfish
Gone today
Because the waves were leaving
The sound of my footsteps pressed in sand
A pink sky
What’s behind me is never seen again
Becoming detached diving in
Maybe it’s time
I can’t see my body
Not a dream or nightmare
“Tell me, Truth. Was your disappearance filled with
shame?”
As the echoes ripple,
There’s nothing to hold onto
A sky with no sound
with water darker than night
Pulling away from this fear,
Letting my arms break free
I’m now in a maze with no corners,
lost with no borders
Gone today,
my quiet voice
I could stay here forever, I feel everything
Floating. The ocean swaying with the wind
My compass, I hear your whispers like a
promise
Copyright © Brandon Puga | Year Posted 2024
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