From the End

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I stand alone
On shores of hope
Where writers fight
to try and cope.

I watch and wait
As out to sea
A lost soul calls
A Desperate Plea.

No one is safe
From the jaws of angst
As many souls flee
From it's wisps and gangs.

My body moans
As it cannot mend
More broken hope
From the end.





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