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Drowning

December 30, 2015
By Firebreather BRONZE, Pamplona, Other
Firebreather BRONZE, Pamplona, Other
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I'm drowning in a silent sea,
With a boat made of bones,
If I go back I'll be done.

While you the beasts go blind,
I'm pushed through the storm,
To a land I've never step on.

Take your golden crowns off,
Death is taking root in my lungs,
There's no future for me.


The author's comments:

Because of the refugees' drama is increasing, I felt inspired to write this poem and to try to open people's eyes.


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