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A Siren's Mourning

A Siren's Mourning

I don’t know if I’ll ever recoverĀ 
Spinning in circles like a bag in the wind at the tide poolsĀ 
Will I ever feel like I did before?
Not entangled between the waves and sandĀ 
Stuck in what could be, but not in what has comeĀ 
Drifting off the shore, ocean boundĀ 
They say ugliness is thrown into the depths of the great, navy blueĀ 
Then why does my skin scar and burn from things that hurt me?
Leaving marks so I can look backĀ 
Once again, my tears are iced in a tidal wave behind my seeing glassĀ 
I’ve been holding the riptide under lock and keyĀ 
Tossing it into the curling arms of the seaĀ 
Have I become shipwrecked on jagged rocksĀ 
A siren in white scalesĀ 
Luring you in- and then disappearing into the darkĀ 
I’ll never be the same againĀ 
A sailors ā€œMay Dayā€Ā 
Sinking down
An ocean floor bed - in the salt water tears I shedĀ 
Ā I’ll place a coral crown on your headĀ 
Singing the lullaby of a fisherman’s endĀ 
And I’ll leave you thereĀ 
Putting your heart beat to rest in the oceans chestĀ 
I don’t know if I’ll ever recover from thisĀ 
Drowning in the acheĀ 
Suffocating in the unknownĀ 
The unfinished love is what kept me going
I never came to be caught in your netĀ 
The catch and releaseĀ 
A Sirens mourning - Leaving to be bled.Ā Ā 

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