Superior Drowning Skills
Or... fly high and drown.
By Amber Lynn HunterPublished 5 years ago • 1 min read
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In my youth, in my eyes
I believed there was something more
The fire's dimming now, dark eyes
Hold nothing inside but scorn
Times are gone to dream again
All I wanted has fallen away
I'm back down on my knees again
Though I have no faith, I pray
I wondered why I cannot leave
Why I can't be taken away
I tried to let it go and grieve
But I'm still trapped in the rain
Mother, come and save me from myself
Father, tell me it's okay to need help
If you love me, please don't let go
Don't leave me here to drown on my own
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About the Creator
Amber Lynn Hunter
A person attempting to sort her life out by typing relentlessly on a computer. Mostly poetry, though I may type something else one day.
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