Poem By T F Rice

Sometimes I want to flee,
stumble down the steps to the sea,
fight the sand with all my might,
then breathe in the tears of the sea.
Would I feel passion return to me
if I could seize up my thoughts and be
a thrashing, fighting, wanting one again;
And then arise out of the sea,
remembering that death still waits for me.
Then I would know value in life again.
I just want to want to live;
I want to feel alive again.

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a beautiful poem...draw from the strength of the sea...i have always felt one with the sort of sway and merge with the give a lot of

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