Thursday, November 10, 2016

The Drowning

I Fell into a sea of tears
   and sank beneath its waves,
   each breath I lost, 
   became the cost, 
   I paid for wasted years.

To sink or swim
   a question posed, 
   an answer lost within, 
   a sorrow kept, 
   drowned by regret, 
   cry for you again.

Taken from book Dirty Pretty Things by Michael Faudet.

This is one of my very favorite poem from this book. The book is awesome. 
Every poems are beautifully written and this is one of my fave books.

Book rate: 4.5/5

Kind regards, 


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