The ocean is my Josephine
A breathing world of blue and green
The ocean is a language to my heart
Forever close, forever apart
The ocean is my Josephine
No longer breathing, no longer clean
The ocean is the home I love
Daughter of the grieving sky above
The ocean is my Josephine
Seems like we say what we don't mean
The ocean is my metronome
The ghost of my broken home
The ocean is my Josephine
Dressed in fish, all dead and lean
The ocean is a jewelry tree
With necklaces of plastic, littered free
The ocean is my Josephine
An endless supply of salty saline
The ocean is a dried-out hole
Left over from the blood you take from my soul
The ocean is my Josephine
We don't know what she has seen
We keep marching, we keep praying, but the ocean is still a fading beam
Shining from Earth's broken dream
The ocean is my Josephine
And while you protest for your lost marine
I'll still be by my Josephine
My dying world of blue and green
YOU ARE READING
Closer - Poem Collection
PoetrySometimes I wish I had someone who went through exactly what I go through. That way I'd have someone who really, really, truly, actually understood. But I guess that's pretty impossible, and besides, I have people who are close to really, really, tr...
