Sea Inside

Of the hours navigating my own mind

While shadows move across the floor,

The inertia of my legs and arms

Compensate for thoughts that at times

Revolve as circles in the ocean wild

Or thunder at the speed of light

In never ending rainy days.

I recall people who left my life

And hope that, care or hate,

A drop of me lives in them.

For I myself tend to forget

– Still as I may be –

I am not quite as dead yet.

 

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