three years
of hell
three years
of pain
three years
of desertion
three years
of lying to myself
“that someday
your ship will arrive
on my shore
now covered in weeds”
you set out
on the seas
to look for
your stolen peace
your memories
growing over me
prisoner to
who I have become
my eyes are
starting to feel blurry
death is creeping upon me
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