Saturday Morning, Half Dreaming

Kieron

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.

  • Author: Kieron (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 24th, 2024 04:43
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  • Cassie58

    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. .

    • Kieron

      Thank you for reading my poem, Cassie 🙂



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