O, I Sea

vicecream

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

  • Author: Vicecream (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 4th, 2023 13:20
  • Comment from author about the poem: god how I long to be feral
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • Pop64

    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.

    • vicecream

      Wow, thank you for the feedback and taking time to reply!



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