SwimA Poem by the wretchedover my head here
my head is swarming with noise a million whispered voices from the past rising and falling like the tides at my feet yours, like a teardrop in an infinite sea, beckoning like a sirens call from off in the deep desperately i sought to cease the churning sea in hope the silence,easier for bringing you to me but when i struggled in, below, to still the tide the roaring filled my ears not intending to subside © 2009 the wretched |
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Added on May 27, 2009Authorthe wretchednowareham, MAAboutthe most important thing to know about me is that at any given time, you could be dealing with someone else. I am an artist of multiple facets. Writing is one of many things i do as an art, and certa.. more..Writing
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