Standing on the shore,
waters of the sea,
beckon like a door,
tide inching toward me.
Unsure of tomorrow,
chocking on the tears,
in a life of sorrow,
the ocean grew for years.
Many times I have drowned,
sinking heavy a stone.
Weeping without a sound,
when I am all alone.
Caught up in a riptide,
trapped in the waters whorl,
emotions forced inside,
secret as if a pearl.
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my poems
PoetryEach of my poems are their own entity, shaded in different hues and personalities. They are empathetic with many universal themes.
