A Poem: Unmoored.

When darkness takes hold,

My life slowly unfolds,

From the blackest skies,

I cry out, asking why?

My blood flows like tears,

Washing away the fear,

With ink etched arms,

A life told in scars,

Each time that I fall,

I become unmoored,

Like a ship adrift at sea,

I’m lost trying to find me.

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Inspired by the daily prompt: Unmoored.

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