Am I breathing
Or am I gone
Have I squandered all my days
Crafting a vision in my mind
Seen only by my own eyes
A portrait of my soul
But lacking the right words
To convey to others
An open wound leaking an ocean
Submerging vessels in elegance and hush
Bleeding upon the pages I am.
The captain goes down with the ship.
Emotions confined in a sealed chest
Gazing through my eyes
Locked within my mind
A weaver of tales.
Peering out the window
Allowing rays to escape from my depths
In order to be read by those who have the eyes to see.
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