The Embers Of Remission
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Joe Power, Grade 12
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Poetry
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2008
The ocean's beauty
No longer moves my heart
For now it's bleak and empty
As we drift further apart
Our storm-charged vessels
Driven by the waves of hate
Our destiny?
That's in the hands of fate
Searchlights skip right past me
Tossed in the fury of this storm
Predators beneath the surface
Circle you, waiting, they're debating
Waiting for you to tire
Forget that which you admire
Growing weary now?
My lungs, filling with your apathy
Please, just let me breathe
The ocean's beauty
No longer moves my heart
For now it's bleak and empty
As we drift further apart
Our storm-charged vessels
Driven by the waves of hate
Our destiny?
That's in the hands of fate
But, somewhere, deep within
We long to end this lustful longing
For the sweetness of revenge
Because, somewhere, deep within
I sense absolution
The Embers of Remission