David Harris - Early Works - Unrest

As I walk trembling into the sea
all its lost secrets it reveals to me
as a poetic jest
before I enter an endless night of unrest.
If I look back at what might have been,
I might turn back,
but it will be too late
for this world is filled with hate.


Date unknown

David Harris

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