Ocean Floor
I was a majestic mountain
I was so tall. I could see above the highest clouds
I was so strong and believed myself to be a king
I know it's difficult for a mollusc to understand
I will try to explain if I can, you suck tight, it's a long story
Long ago I rose up from the ocean floor
Well in fact I was pushed and shoved
Actually, it was more like kicking and screaming
It was all volcanoes and earthquakes, a complicated mess
They relentlessly chased us from our salty resting place
To escape them we had no choice but to rise higher and higher
But for some of us, even the fluffy white clouds weren't high enough
And living up there was its own kind of hell, it seemed there was no escape
The salty ocean, would not give us up, without a fight to the death
It was in constant search of equilibrium, a constant war was waged
The ocean wasn't alone, it had an almighty God, the Sun on its side
The Sun was rich and powerful, the greatest source of energy in the solar system
It provided them with perpetual weapons of mass destruction
They sent tiny terrorists, disguised as minute water droplets
But when terrorists work together, they are the greatest power on earth
Like tears of death, they parachuted from the heavens above
And the war began, as grain by grain, they wore away the mountains
And carried us away via raging rivers, that forged valleys, and vales
Through which they slowly carried us as prisoners back to the oceans
That's how I became this blanket of silt, laying across the ocean floor
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Why? PoetsPub 2021 Achievement Hunter Challenge
PoetryCompilation of submissions to @PoetsPub Summer 2021 Challenge.
