Heavy sinking, the ball drops to the floor.
The ocean rocking, the sea shell reaches the shore.
The feeling arches, despair taking control.
In this moment, hope releases all hold.
The memories ache, the world spins,
Where do I go when there are no more wins?
In a sinking feeling with the shadows,
There I do remain.
These fearsome beasts with their icy hold,
Grasp my limbs and force me to the fold.
From the bottom I wait for it to come,
Hope to surface in the rising sun.
The world awaits my soon return and rise,
Tracing yet another line in which it cries.
But there is no return from this dark presence,
When the world is void of all but one.
What happens when they all have said goodbye.
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