Saturday, September 24, 2022

Rogue Wave by John Patrick Robbins

The ocean thrives, capsizing ships attempting to swallow all within her depths.
To create a mystery and give past hopes a salt-cast grave.

I am that which none may define, but all may certainly judge.
My truths matter only to my truest passions held between I and this page.

The search continues for all traces of life.
Haunted are the living; the rest are simply relics of what no longer is there.

Discover life and leave the dead be.





John Patrick Robbins, is the editor in chief of the Rye Whiskey Review his work has been published by Punk Noir Magazine, Lothlorien Journal Of Poetry, Piker Press, The Dope Fiend Daily, Fixator Press, Fearless Poetry Zine, Red Fez, Horror Sleaze Trash and The San Antonio Review.

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