A Chance at Survival


Broken boards, windows shattered, left alone along the shore.
A purpose lost amongst the winds, and thoughts drowned in the waves.

A sight-
Oh! What a sight she was!
A sight that cannot be forgotten with time,
She came in quick with no warning,
Her winds chimes with beauty untold.

I was lost, for she was here-
with me-
With me who was corrupt with she-
Me who was being blown away-
Being washed away-
Away-
Into the storm-

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