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The depths of shadows swell like an ocean

I sense my own movement, but nothing's in motion

I try to say something, but I'm too humbled to speak

I'm more scared than ever, I feel feeble and week

I feel stepped on and in pain

I feel small and meek.

 

I look over the horizon, looking to the end

I only wish I were there with you, my dying friend

I now you're weak, I know it's hard

But I'll see you there, when it gets dark

I'll hold your hand through it all

and play the friend's part.

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Incidental note: On all poems, you make very good use of the subtitle space.

 

The poem rocks even without the implication of the ocean in the first line (which I managed to miss on the first reading), and the broken rhythm of line five adds to that line. . .all except for the last line, with odd rhythm and imperfect rhyme. Only one of those needs to be changed but I haven't an idea how to do it, at the moment.

 

Tweak "week" to "weak" in line four and "now" to "know" in line nine.

 

Change nothing else in the poem!

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