I was born into adversity - madness cradled me,
and the tumult hums lulled me to sleep.
I dreamed of gulls sitting as rocks against the sea.
The ocean silenced; not a peep.1
The wind grew stronger as I strolled,
with haste I found myself down.
Down below the sea, calm and old.
Hushing my breath as I drown.2
When I wake I eat the quiet,
none appear to hush my riot.
Soon I drift off again, back to the sea.
Where I float as a raft, completely free.3
With every dream passed an hour.
As I escaped the day in my mind,
time it seemed, it seemed to sour.
Soon, soon as I could, I left madness behind.4
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That was quite beautiful, Keiren. I particularly liked when you said "When I wake, I eat the quiet". I really enjoyed this piece. Good job.
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