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The Black Sea
As I lay here
in this weeping ocean
raised of my tears
I wash these open wounds
with the milk of compassion
gently bathing
in the rectitude of my solace
I lax those strings of pain
with comfort and hope.
I look to the tide
and nudge it for turning;
This is a new day,
and healing shall restore
this black ocean blue
and once again
my faith in love And you.
I seriously like this. My
I seriously like this. My favorite is:
“I wash these open wounds
with the milk of compassion
gently bathing
in the rectitude of my solace
I lax those strings of pain
with comfort and hope.” (Like wow!)
The only line that threw me was: “raised of my tears…” (not sure that preposition fits) at least not with me. Thanks.
You're absolutely right, but
You're absolutely right, but the sea of is made of my tears I'm sitting in an ocean of them, and i agree its not a perfect fit. Any suggestions? Perhaps raised doesnt fit? It was a quick poem, captured before fading into oblivion. Thanks for the feed back :)
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
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