Wrecked
*This is a sonnet. (A special type of poem) Also note that this is just describing a feeling, and all the description here is open to interpretation ;)
I see, I feel, but life draws me to sand,
I dream and stare at what I strive to be.
I cry, I fall - the blood is on my hand.
The clock strikes twelve, loud footsteps in the sea.
My head is filled with scars of now and breathe -
the air above where nothing is the key.
One day the time and god will stop and leave,
Behind their past, their love, their song, their tea.
You say I hurt your world but there’s no doubt,
I feel quite strange from wading in this pool.
Line up, step near and take knives to my clout,
Look here, my name is on and I’m the fool.
But sure enough the aches and all the fears,
are not enough to drive away your tears.
