Feel the ocean breeze
burning sand on the beach
creatures churn beneath the sea.
A vacant crashing water.
The silent still hold
where you can't hear anymore.
The quiet's too loud
and it muffles the screams
of sailors far beneath.
The chilling, haunting night
filled by a living nightmares murder strike
another victim to the pleads
of the mind
it's not at ease
even when it's dead.
Salt burns eyes deep
taffy thick, a bridge weak
snapping boards
the raging river below
you feel as if
you'll go with the flow.
Following the river
to the sea of trapped sailors
where you become the next creature.
You can see the swirling sky
and the burning sand on the beach
through a turquoise suffocating filter.
And your death calls
and beckons to the next victim
to the oceans bed.
Someone you know
is soon to join you
and be fed
to the current.
YOU ARE READING
Nobody Was Meant to See
Poetry[Trigger Warning, please be safe when reading] They aren't supposed to know. They aren't meant to read these poems that I'm writing. I've concealed them for a reason. -Shitty poems about how I feel-
