I went into oblivion
risking my many lives
til I ran out of luck.
Water came pouring
as tears, as rain,
so I must learn now
how to swim in the ocean
of myself.The parts of me now
are bodies of water
and the remaining parts
of you now
are the ice sheets melting,
and darling,
this is now global warming.
YOU ARE READING
END
PoetryEndings are beginnings of beautiful things. #1 on the end-live-begin trilogy.