fredag 19. mai 2023

the ocean

as i look at the horizon from the cliff i'd like to jump of

my feet being cut by sharp rock

i feel the howling cry of the ocean

the sea calls me with a thousand voices

i feel it swallowing me whole

my fingers and toes loosing control

i am not only in the ocean

i am the ocean 

i am its rage

i am its sorrow

i am its longing

i am all the shades of blue 

as i smash into the rocks

throw myself harshly against the shore

until i feel raspy and torn

my muscles and knuckles are sore

but the waves cant wash away

all the poison that tears at my core

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