They say the ocean is endless
Vast and deep with no end
Upon hearing such detail
My heart must have felt it
That the sinking anchor
In my dark mass of a heart
Pumps endless living
Holding shadows of lurking move
In its bottom, crevice, and tide
It rests at such dark bubbles
That no other being has feat to reach to it
can you imagine it?
The darkening ocean
Hues of no blue
And the cold, touchless chest
Treasuring none but hurt
Unpacking the baggage
highest of need being needed
The goal to lead, it needs, to go and reach in
What desire to feel again.
Author's Note!!
A treasure chest can only hold so much value, and then what? The value will sink in that sea, and if ever discovered, the owner will be far gone, so the view to see the same values will differ in prescription.
love always, phelie.
"The soul can hold less than you think"
-some person
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Glitchy Life of Poems
ДуховныеDiary of poems constructed from emotions of life. I hope my entries can inspire, comfort, or encourage others to relate with poetry as it does for me. Add comments/reactions, I'd love it! tanto amore, phelie
