what should I do
when the windows to your soul are smashed,
lined in broken glass
and I can't fix them
your salt washed cheeks
are licked by shadows
of shark infested ponderings
lights dim and disappear
wave after wave crashes
through the sea-weed green
of my ocean eyes
and I become
plagued
by a need
deeper than the darkest thoughts
dwell
© Cheron L'Estrange
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Grade 10
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