Andrew James Whalan

Poet. Storyteller.

The Final Drowning

The clouds empty Their burden released overwhelms me. The rivers swell Their banks once broken dissolves me. The seas rose Their waves overtopped and suffocated me. Afterwards I knew We all drowned by standing silent and still.
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