Drowning
Worlds scream spirits fail
Silence sails blank seas of Night
Circling dark horrors
Blind hands hunger for touch
For synthetic tastes of Nothingness
Drowns blanched souls
In the roaring wake of Everything
As it falls in and out of place
Nothing to forecast
Nothing to recall
Blind hands hunger
Circling dark horrors
Silence sails
Worlds scream
Blank seas of Night
Drowning
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2024-08-13 at 01:58
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