egoulogy

Wrenched from life by poseidons cruel grasp
At least you were not alone
And composure shown in life
Was your final farewell
"It'll be ok"
And it is

But now I feel like
I'm in thrashing in an infinite plane
Of gray foamy blue
Only I am alone
And I am my own doom
Though I will not collapse into a tomb
As was forced on you



Poetry by grizzedram
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Written on 2011-01-20 at 07:16

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Spare poetry invites vast imagery, which is what this poem does.
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