Capturing moments through literature.
Deep beneath the vast ocean
Under those harsh offensive waves
Lies in it the unclothed truth
Of what was once buried moot
Unshaken credence intensified
For it thoughts the wave would abide
The rules of drowning unpleasant ghost
Of forgotten sin and mournful lost
The darkness shouts the somber nights
It roars gloom and loneliness
But some things are left unheard
It’s when the stars call for help
Stars sail over the deep and black
With boats of vigor to survive the night
Resisting the grip of the dusk
Defying to submerge in no light
Shines are seen but not what’s behind
The fight and struggle of their kind
Distance permits not to hear their yelp
When the stars call for help
Wide-awake, scared of sleep
Cramping soul as her heart leaps
From nervousness, she’s nightmare sick
So shutting eyes is never seek.
A torture it is for a young fellow
Who crave for peace not for sorrow
Curled toe upon the blanket
For she thought her coffin was already set.
(Reposted. It was accidentally deleted)
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