Wed, 02/14/2018 - 09:08 -- Chek0v1

Down below the sea and waves

There is a place where memoirs are saved.

In this place of blankless faces

There are men who hide traces

Of their own lives and loves

and become grey as a turtledove.


Down below the sea and waves

The men do not move or sway

They only look up above

Through a dark murky water and smog

and cry and cry out with questions and thoughts

but their answers are answered not.


Down below the sea and waves

Man sat down and prayed.

They prayed to something to dispell their fears

but nothing answered to their tears

Man' countenance twisted and moaned

Nothing answered while the wind blowed.


Down below the sea and waves

Man came and blew away

Their dust become remnants 

of Creatures only known for their sentience.

The Sea and Waves continued to sway

only dying out at the end of the day

This poem is about: 
Our world


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