Poems from JaynaKave
Cape Helles, named as
Cape Hell
in the summer morn,
Seems calmer,
Not for the body.
Or lack of, rather,
With the
Splintering wood cross...
The ocean,
The water
Of life,
Drowns me.
My father,
Creator,
Holds me
Under.
Confined to
The pressure
The depths
The sea
I cannot breathe...