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Walking there in solitude,
looking only down at my bare feet.
Intentions on finding a quiet place,
just to rest in peace.
Cutting across the boardwalk
while bleeding toward the sand
I see only darkness.
My eyes for once
from the back of my head
view the vast ocean of thoughts
in my mind.
The vast blackness of,
"What ifs", "Why nots", and "How Comes"
In waves of red
Breaking upon the shores
of my white skull.
There is only me,
through silence now
The waves die down,
the ocean becomes calm
an all thoughts are dragged to the deepest places
till there is nothing left.
No sun or blue skies
only my blood and tears.