In the bedsheet ocean
small as a spot of blood
I crawl, disappearing
reappearing with the waves.
But rolled within a ball
and soaked and cycled
fatally faded
I'd emerge
if at all.
In the bedsheet ocean
small as a spot of blood
I crawl, disappearing
reappearing with the waves.
But rolled within a ball
and soaked and cycled
fatally faded
I'd emerge
if at all.
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Such a struggle for survival going on here. The vastness of the ocean is such a contrast to the one fighting for life. I saw a man drowning here. .
Thank you for reading my poem, Cassie 🙂
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