My Oceans
If I sit here long enough,
will I finally rot?
How long must I endure the oceans
My oceans?
My oceans.
They drown me every day.
Swirling, trembling troublesome sporadic
Oceans.
They are only mine.
They rip me away in the brightest hours
when I have everything to be happy for.
My oceans
My heart dies every day
My oceans.
My head submerges
but for some reason,
I cannot drown.
Peace will never find it's way
with my oceans
dancing about.
No one might care
if I drown.
Why do I fight the current
Why did I learn to swim
If I only am to die
a deathless death every time?
But when the water begins to pool at my feet
and my soaked clothes begin to drag,
I reach for my alibi.
Vibrations that promise
someone is on the other line,
and the reassuring rattling of soft coats
Gives me temporary peace
from the Tempest
My oceans.
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