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MAELSTROM

By Rob Garcia

By Sincerely RobPublished about a year ago 1 min read

Every night

My mind is plunged into my subconscious

Like a sunken anchor.

Deeper does it dive toward the Hadal Zone,

Where ignominious demons take form..

*

Every night

They control the moon,

Ripping me from this dull world

Into their sea of teeth,

Cradling my mind into madness

*

When the morning arrives,

I wash upon the shore littered with dead turtles..

With zero conveyance,

I rise up and stumble

Into an unknown world.

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Sincerely Rob

Escaping to the past with dark visions of the future while stuck in the present

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  • Rob Angeliabout a year ago

    Powerful. Great job.

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