We the broken…

Hundreds of gallons
Of water
Rumble and crush against
My feet
Standing here
I feel the sands
Pulling at my skin
Downwards
Ever downwards
To drown the light
Behind the shadows
Of a ribcage split wide
Upon this shattered shore
She took the white froth abeam!
Rolled against the rocks
As I gulped down the brine
my hands grasping for nothing
And filled with so much nothing, they clung
For dear life
To the flotsam
Of this derelict existence
As crawling upon blooded knees
I made my way to this spot
And with heaving gasps of sanguine pride
I look out upon that raging sea
We the broken
We are parts searching for a wholeness
unremembered

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About Eric

Writer/Plumber/Poet/Father/Gentleman/Romantic
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8 Responses to We the broken…

  1. oldepunk says:

    This is brilliant Ser Eric

  2. Beautifully perfect Eric ❤

  3. Loved it absolutely.

  4. Emily says:

    Ah, stunning. 💜

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