I woke up to a change of winds
Bleak gusts from the north set in
Weeks to shore and storms pending
My cardinal points are all lost on me
In the rivers of the dark
I have rifled In the depths of disgrace
I have hurt
I refuse to view this as failure
weeks
still
source
sight
search
rivers
rifled
refuse
makes
depths
silent
course
shore
failure
change
shadows
across
cannot
hearts
cardinal
apparent
pending
bleak
desert
rumble
disgrace
crumble
points
gusts
north
horizon
cried
landfall
winds
tears
storms
ocean
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