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Poetry

The falling pier Decaying wooden poles stand grasping on to the pier desperately trying to keep it connected to the stabiliti of the path, my sanity clutching onto my mind, preaching to stay knowing it is leaving knowing I am leaving. Thunderous storms of tears Tumble rapidly down my pale cheeks as I step onto the rotting wood desperately searching for a light within the mist.

Staring into the dark abyss of the water so calm not a wave effects it's motionless sleep. The seaweeds tentacles unwrapped tightly around the eroded polls tightening there grip as to not cascade into the icy Darkness below reminding me of a serene life I once lived before I lost my grasp and fell into the darkness of despair.

Almost there yet so far the wooden planks of the rickety Pier scene to stretch into a never-ending path I know it's only one Direction gor I missed my turning long ago.

Out of The Mist I can see the end however a brief look to the ground brings about my hesitation and leads me to a process of procrastination as the rain reflects my despair.

One second, too late, I'm there...