Did the sea
seem inviting
that day?
The way
it must have
taken your breathe
away
for you to
say,
"Ah, here
I'll stay,"
Did you love the
sea more
than air
that day?
As the skies
rumbled,
down pouring
their gentle
guilt
in your tangled
mess of hair,
The way
it trickled down
your smiling face
- into your mouth,
I can almost imagine,
Did the sea
not scream
murder
as you divulged
beneath
its rough
edged
waves,
Did you not
claw
towards the
heavens,
Did you not
scream
Until
you were
strangled
alive?
Did you love
the sea so dearly,
to let it's
cold
arms
drag you
to even colder
places.
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Poetic Relapse.
PoetryA place for me to write poetry whenever it arises in my lungs, when I have no air to scream these words that haunt me into my days and night
