I started to write this poem out of my randomness for writing. This poem seems to be a gentle poem in some twisted way but I don’t nesscesarily know what to make of it. Comments are open.
Remembrance
The storm
Is clearing.
The Sun
Penetrates
The Grey Clouds.
Everyone has
Their own scars
And I have mine.
The dried blood
Is stained along
The Sandy Shores.
The Seagulls
May return
But don’t count on it.
Everyone else
Forgot
Except me.
I am about
To collapse.
I am about
To fall.
My sword
Is stained
With blood.
I am so far
Gone.
I am so far
From home.
I am so far
From myself.
Everyone else
Will remember
No one.
For I’m about to
Drift off.
I’m about
To end.
The Clouds
Are clearing
But staying alive
Longer
Is impossible.
The Sun penetrates
Through the
Grey Clouds.
Shining
Along
The Bloodstained Shore.
The green waves
Drift back
To shore
Returning Peacefully
As they once were.
For this is the end
Of the storm.
This is the end
Of me
As I am overcome
By darkness.
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