By Charleeangel Kaewdee
He was the ocean,
cold
unforgiving
and so deep that
when I stepped onto his shores
I was pulled in with such ease
by the violent, crude waves
into a fatal riptide
dragging me into the unknown,
dragging me into his dark depths
to which I never did return.
He was the ocean,
filled with such vast mysteries that
it seemed endless
like the amount of sand that stirred constantly.
As I sunk like a fouled anchor
I could only look up,
trying to grasp the sundering rays of the brightest star
that still peered through his dense layers
while I was slowly being consumed
by the darkness within.
He was the ocean
sunken into his sea of grief,
It bothered me to even open my eyes anymore.
Being fed to his void-like heart
I could only accept my fate
I could only accept it
because I had gone too far
on my own will.
The same will that tried calming these waters long ago
only to have it be a waste of another breath
I could have used
to sustain myself from this madness.
From him,
the ocean
the cold and unforgiving ocean
perhaps the most vital thing
I learned in the cruelest way
was that
not every ocean could be saved.
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