Something

I see no end in sight.
perhaps my vision's blurred,
clear my eyes,
wipe away the sorrowed lies;
overheard, word for word,
bring forth the light.

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Beneath the shade of a mid summers plight,
I hear a call for help.
Down by the oceans, crash,
let's try not to be so rash.
Swaying in the oceans wind's yelp,
as slowly we gather our thoughts and write.