Sinking,
like a boat on troubled
waters, on a dark December’s night,
I cry.
Hollow chest awakened,
flooded with blue.
Sinking,
Ice cold snowflakes
fall on the window pane.
Sinking,
on a dark December’s night.
Author Site of Emma-Jane Barlow
Words, once they are printed, have a life of their own.
Sinking,
like a boat on troubled
waters, on a dark December’s night,
I cry.
Hollow chest awakened,
flooded with blue.
Sinking,
Ice cold snowflakes
fall on the window pane.
Sinking,
on a dark December’s night.
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