Devastation of the Soul

Like an Ocean

Like an Ocean

spilling itself all over my fragile frame

not remembering,

nor bothering to do so.

Just pouring out all over

the past, the essence and the

flicker

that will go out in dimness,

when desire is dead,

instead of going out

in roaring flame

of falsified

fancy

stumbling in the asphalt road.

Like an ocean –

smooth and mellow,

blinding me with its salt

water,

bellowing at my deafness,

catching my eagerness to take a rest

and tormenting it as fake

or irrelevant.

Like an ocean –

bury me in your abyss,

deep,

away from people's eyes

and memories;

Deafen their yells

of gossiping sympathy,

of curiosity ill-fitted.

I want to sleep

and let go.

The water glides

along my cold silky fingers

Let go

of me,

my cool ocean.