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Everlasting in the waves;

Longing for a thing that steals and destroys.

Everything that my soul craves is found in the fear of men;

Death's grasp never comes.

Everlasting in the places I'm from, still my memory is but a distant one.

Neither demon, nor angel; I am but a man -

A broken soul that remembers pain -

Trapped in an endless cycle.

Everlasting I have seen cities rise and fall;

I have built in my heart a wall.

Death evades,

Heartache never fades.

Everlasting in the waves,

Fearing what steals and destroys,

What my soul craves is what my heart fears.

Death's grasp always leers.

*******FOREVER*******

Um, so, all right, I have no idea what I'm doing when it comes to poetry... I'll admit it, okay, no need to say it, ;) This is my first poem! Well, my first real poem. *Cringing at own poem* *Laughing* And sorry about the - quite frankly - mortifying spacing. I couldn't figure it out, 'twas the best I could do.