The sea is calm tonight,
Languid darkness lies alone
Among rocks unpolished,
But for the rolling kiss of foam.
Below eyes can only see darkness
From this spire, a rocky cliff or grave
For the discontent, the lonesome,
A heart broken: suicide of brave—
Yet a wretched, ruined spirit roves
Drinking the violent still, the quiet,
As below, fractured memories flow,
Locking iron chains of the past.
In the interstice of a broken mind
I see the shattered stone and shale,
And against black rock crimson lined,
A body in blood washed, cold and pale.
Rocking to and fro among the breath
Of a sullen sea’s lone wave,
Red flushes the clear, as death
Buries a lost soul in its watery grave.
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Submission Name: Fractured
