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Shipwreck

By: Briana Wasil


In the world of light there is darkness 

A cold and brewing storm 

Of nothingness and matter 

Where not everything is explored 

Hidden by the anchors that are forced to lie down 

Buried in the deep abyss lying through its form 

A thousand names it's called by 

Only one that’s been explored. 

A shield of ice and steel surround 

An everlasting door.

A turbulence of water, floating overhead, 

As everything is lost to echos 

Protected from the world again. 

Scratches on its side a reminder of the past, 

Not to be confused with all the beauty it still has 

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