A wrecked ship…

Fresh silence of the morning,
Bleak skies and their cold stares,
As I sit beside the breathing sea
It whispers questions in my mind,
Their cares and worries cage me,
Tie me to this sullen world,
Like a wrecked ship lucky to be lost.
I’ve lost faith in healing,
As much as seclusion would hurt,
Solitude poison my soul,
I’d be unhappy alone,
Than be unhappy with someone.

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