“She’ll come slowly rising, on the air”…

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She found the letter…
And read the words…

She fell to the ground…
Her cry scattered the birds…

She laid there in shock…
Just couldn’t take it all in…

She didn’t know what to do…
Didn’t know where to begin…

She was enveloped in sadness…
Became shrouded in black…

She couldn’t ever accept…
He was never coming back…

She became so isolated…
Felt so goddamned trapped…

She was blinded by the pain…
Knew she would never adapt…

She loved him so much…
But felt so empty inside…

She craved his smell…
Needed his hand to guide…

She felt so alone…
Like life had no meaning…

She became a shadow…
Only seen in the evening…

She could not see…
Knew the silence would last…

She couldn’t move on…
Was entombed in the past…

She had believed in forever…
And dreamt of growing old…

She could not cope…
As depression took hold…

She lost the will to live…
And decided to get out…

She swallowed the pills…
Without hesitation or doubt…

Then she found him again…
As he sat waiting for her…

The couple finally reunited…
In Death’s cold, hazy blur…

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“Talking with my brother, when the lights went out”…

neptune

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I don’t think about him…

Every single day…

Since Neptune came…

And took him away…

Filling his lungs…

In that watery grave…

It happened so fast…

With no chance to save…

A life extinguished…

In the blink of an eye…

A grieving family…

Left simply asking why…

Why was he chosen…

Out of everyone…

What was the reason…

Just what had he done…

For the beautiful mermaids…

To refuse him assistance…

And hiding their eyes…

As he fought for existence…

Only Eleven years old…

With an innocent smile…

No hint of corruption…

Just a happy child…

Who loved his life…

And all that it brought…

Yet the Gods wanted him…

No matter how we fought…

But in the midst of it all…

Trauma hit my head…

Not really understanding…

He really was dead…

But by learning to lock…

The painful memories away…

Dividing into little boxes…

To be faced, maybe one day…

Then perhaps that event…

Shaped who I really am…

A boy forever trapped…

Within the emotionless man…

Who doesn’t think about things…

In the way others do…

As it’s painful to remember…

The little boy who turned blue…

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“They’re lost and you’re losing your way”…

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The smell of the ocean and
the sound of the waves…

A tiny slice of heaven,
he could sit here for days…

Just allowing himself,
some private indulgence…

Unchaining his mind,
from life’s dark dungeon…

Watching the birds,
gliding on a slight breeze…

Admiring the conflict,
of the land versus the sea…

As they lock horns in,
their constant battle…

Whilst the sun beams down,
with its warm rays that will…

Create a peaceful memory,
he’ll remember forever…

Imprinted in his mind,
as he begins to endeavour…

To prevent the dark clouds,
that will soon arrive…

Spoiling this oasis,
causing his mood to dive…

And the Black solitude,
once again begins…

It’s a constant presence,
that’s carried on the wind…

Draining his thoughts and
trapping his broken soul…

Chained by the demons,
who once again take control…

But in this moment,
it’s just him and the sea…

He’s feeling so alive and
he’s feeling so free…

Smelling the ocean and
listening to the waves…

This tiny slice of heaven,
has the power to save…

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