Note: This poem was originally posted on my Patreon account on August 13th of 2018. I am currently posting a new poem to my patreon account each day for patron exclusive reading and on this blog one week later for public viewing. If you’d like to see these poems when they are first put up then please consider pledging to my patreon page.

Poor little me all alone lost at see.

Nothing more to fill the breeze brushing across the burning freeze.

Pairs of eyes turned to stone fixated towards the darkened trees.

For me all alone drift alone together among many souls forced on our knees.

The tides pull our hearts close apart and pierce our spirit decrees.

Sinking into the empty ocean floating motionless tilting 180 degrees.

Into the blackened trench among the worms struggling to break free.

Burning in a Hell of my own creation, drifting for a single eternity.

Over as quick as it appeared, the rage has subsided and my mind looks for another soul to feed.

The mystery of purpose is most perplexing, there is not so much an answer as there is only me.

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