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The Abyss

The sunlight illuminates the rushing pulsating shelter below;
The Rocks create a barrier yet it seems to overflow.
The sound it makes as it crashes, churns, bubbles deep down,
The secrets hidden miles below surface
Not a whisper, not a soul possesses the knowledge of the blue abyss.

Ghosts taunt and haunt the shores where their bodies perished long before.
Inside the crevasses and cracks lay ships, and wreaks;
Faces lost in time with every countless tide,
Pulling and tugging, a force only God controls.

Yet on the surface it looks almost picturesque,
The warmth of the sun;
The presumed tranquil sounds of the rushing waves;
The laughter of children experiencing the wonder for the first time,

Sitting there with your legs immersed in the water,
Feeling every bit of stress or negativity swim out to sea;
With every wave that washes over your body
You breathe in to take in the magnitude of the moment.

With every breath or wave you completely lose yourself
Inside the abyss.





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