I claimed to have loved an ocean with its beauty and its depth,
The fearsome unknown lying beneath it,
Unaware and naive on what the ocean truly is,
Clueless on what it really looked like.
Assuming its identity without inspecting what is real,
Something unfamiliar and strange, yet I never doubt its details,
Until I was introduced to the actual ocean,
I was perplexed and I was confused,
The one I previously loved was not an ocean but a lake,
Beautiful but is still too shallow.
I was astonished by its true broadness,
It made me rethink what I believed in,
It made me realize what I've been missing while I was admiring the lake,
It taught me things I wasn't familiar with
It made me see the life that I ought to explore,
It taught me to get up from the Littoral zone and begin to sail my boat to the ocean's dark and mysterious waters.
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Dolor: Poetry of the unspoken
PoetryCollection of original poems as a way of expressing the author's unsaid thoughts and emotions. A coping mechanism of regretting the "what if's" and haunting forethought. Note that all the poems published are originally my work. Do not post it in an...
