Digital drawing · poetry

NsVs vs NmBs .446c

I peered into me,

I saw no one,

I see my own empty sea.

Closely I looked.

There is a rock drowning in its own elysian misery.

It melded a lip of its own,

curled a twang and pursed and told me.

Look to the sky and sea,

Look to the lands above me.

You will find a silver forest of you.

That you only you will know,

That misery and doubt gave you life,

Not the one whom you keep praying,

and even trusting wasn’t really even there.





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