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Sea Sick Duck

Twenty-two

By Sophia MericiPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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Twenty-two

A two and a two

Two little ducks

Ten years, times two, plus two

No matter how you say it

How your write it

How you breathe it

It still means the same.

To, to, to and fro,

Up and down

Around and around

I'm sea sick from the waves of grief

And no medicine can cure me

No balance can steady me

No arms will warm me

No light will guide me

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Twenty-two

A two and a two

Two little ducks

Ten years, times two, plus two

2.2 decades

When you say it like that

It seems enough

But no.

That's just language

Trying to help

Begging to help

Pleading to help

Sweating to help

Building a facade to ease the pain

Two little ducks,

Severed.

Destroyed.

Anhialated.

One has been dragged to slaughter

The other pulls out its feathers.

Who knew a duck could get sea sick?

At twenty-two.

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About the Creator

Sophia Merici

Opening the door to my mind and hoping to help people along the way.

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