The ocean waves lap against the sand
Words scribbled with a twisted stick
Slowly fading with each passing moment
A glass bottle spit back out
The contents unread and forgotten
A scream that has no echo
A plea with no response
The clouds furrow and drift
Rain crashes down
Then nothing…
Silence becomes deafening
A ghost in the darkness
A shadow of what might have been
Alone and afraid
What has become of my life
Have I been forgotten
The night drowns my sorrows
Am I truly alone?
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