In my core, the waves churn
they pitch and swell with the strength of a stormy ocean.
I feel longing from a part of myself
as deep and unknown as a trench,
a pull as strong as any riptide,
an expansiveness as vast as the open sea
But oh, wait- I'm in public
I bind these feelings
Wrap them in layers around myself forming a wall
2 feet thick
my eyes are as dry as the Dunes
but the waves pound against it
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Author:
Vicecream (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 4th, 2023 13:20
- Comment from author about the poem: god how I long to be feral
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Comments1
Many times, we do not or dare not see what lies beneath the surface, churning. Society so often dictates morals and therefore we suppress, but yet...underneath. Terrific write, great imagery and well composed thought.
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