Breathtaking Mere

May 21, 2011
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Smooth azul mirror
Serene, almost gay
This serenity shall be destroyed
When she ends her night and day.
Vessel small yet steady
Pushed from mire shore
Breaks the silent waters
To sever ties with lore.
Sure fingers shape her marker
Of round and heavy stone.
O’er dark head slides her anchor
Forever to rest with bone.
With last glance at the prison
The tortured sinks to grave
Despairing mind wiped blissfully blank
Last breath relinquished in a wave.

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