Seas of Doubt



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Seas of Doubt

Connected through corruption


Snared in the web of The Unknown

Uncertainty’s hands

Tightening on our throats

We become shadows

 Pigmentation drained

The hope to overcome

Trickling down the gutter

Forever swimming

 The raging seas of doubt


By memories

We beg to forget

We’re both drowning

Swelling tides

Of what could have been

Please, take my hand

We can make it to the other side

N. Espinoza

Standing on the tiptoes

Holding the text frozen in the cube of ice.

Duration – 4 hours