The ocean is indeed a
beautiful place to be
A place far and wide, a lot of
beauty to see
From the rocky islands, to the romantic sunset
But it also holds terror
many men fret
The roaring thunders, meeting the high waves
Burying men alive below
the ocean floor
The mysterious creatures,
flesh it craves
Who knows what's in the
dark out of shore.
With these things existing
on the sea.
We are forced to sail,
survival...no guarantee.
We escape our fate and
we try to flee.
But the Gods up there, we are branded misfits to see.
We can't sail our own ships,
just boats given.
Despite our craftsmanship and work, boats are easily broken.
Only limited people can ride ships and arcs.
The voyage will be rougher than theirs...especially with biased narcs.
In this sea full of scum bellow and in above.
What will happen to the people when push comes to shove?
When every men are for themselves like scattered dove.
Piece and unity cannot be reached, no respect not love.
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Poems of lifetime
Poetry"Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words" - Edgar Allan Poe
