That dark sea has taken me captive
And has tried to make me inactive.
It has pulled me under, despite my hoodie
Keeping me safe from the sea's "goodies."
These treats aren't for me but it doesn't let go
Of me under my body loses its weak glow,
Until I know
I'm out of the fight, I'm out of ammo.
Regardless of my hoodie, I'm swallowed whole
And gulped down further into the darkening hole,
Where the light is consumed before my body,
Where I can't be found by anybody.
It's down here that I am put to rest
After trying my entire life to be my best.
Being my best isn't enough,
So next time, I promise to be more tough.
What is the worst that can happen
When pain was what I was sitting in?
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The Welting Chess Board
Poezjajust a collection of quick thoughts with some long term emotions |(letter)| = certain people it's made out to btw read a bit and enjoy
