Splinters
ripping his spine
Mind is confined
Circular motions
Eyes opened
No sight
Nowhere to
hide
Wave’s crash
Against his shoe less
feet
Hearing the
sound
Is his
musical beat
Carry away
my worries
Boats drift
away
Cloudless
skies
Warmth of
the sun rays
Life is in
decay
Blackened
mind
Blackened shackles
Emptiness fodders
his bed
Pages of
nothing
Chaotic head
Breeze
pushes his skin
Pimpled raised
Within
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