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no idea (a poem)

I don’t have much left:

Don’t make me hate you.

The waves are crashing over me, while life is rushing past. I try to stay above the water but hope is sinking fast.  
[continue]. . .

My thoughts turn, yet the air about me lies still, undisturbed. Tranquility without, while inside I spin.
[continue]. . .

The sky is still blue, yet my happiness wanes. Under the weight of words, the melody strains.

dedication debated
defamation decorated
depravity destigmatized

Truth runs red.
Flowing
everywhere.

It cannot be stopped,
held back,
contained.

Beneath the black umbrella tops
their hearts beat in time
with each and every falling drop
of rain against the pine.

TW: Death

filled with thought
layered in dream
lost in this place
where I can be
anyone or anything
my heart desires
or fears may bring

A story of the forgotten.

(86 words)