Seas.

The cold causes me to shiver,
creeping deathly wet it spreads as if an over flowing river.

I'm begging you please,
don't leave me in these dark empty seas.

I see no love left in me and there is no decision to make,
no drink to sate my thirst,
no self left to forsake.

Author's Note

This was written by Ben Lingemann.
Please do not plagiarize, All Rights Reserved.

Reviews

[Judy Ponceby]

Wrenching.