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sea salt
came across
my skin
leaving a
burning sensation
that i felt
seemed fit.
you see,
i'm full
of rage
and not enough
words to explain
it.
i have come to
the point
where
i, too,
say that i'm
not a poet
just a writer
with a dream.
that dream
turns to nightmares
sometimes.
and i welcome
them in my
deepest of sleep.
dancing with my demons
as i laugh
and grin.
i even fell
in love with one.
and we made
love under the clouds.
as the thunder rolled on.
he said that he loved me too.
i belong
in the shadows because he
told me to be.
and i found it beautiful
looking out on the outside.
a lashing here and there
with my inner self
and i keep beating myself
down. i'm almost
six feet under.
i look to the sky
in need of finding an
Angel to sweep me off my feet.
i pray.
"can you take mercy on me?"