Like black waves
Awash my stony shores and fill me, wretched
To my top
Notice how my body will float
As though it was just a gaping hole, an empty boat
Surface area mile after mile of fresh
Untouched land, for you to
Mindlessly swarm your hands upon
And other insignificant body parts that made the crime-
A crime
Even though it was the fingertips that scarred me most as they
Were the only evidence portrayed on me
Your existence
Relay on me, stay
On me
Water, dirty unclean
Wasteful manipulate,
Construct me into your oceans
Make me feel, like I belong to something
Without hands, without marks
Just a pithless landfill
A smoke filled mass.
YOU ARE READING
Existent
PoetryHighest rank: #23 In poetry. A compilation of Poems about love, heart break, depression and everything in between really. Black, white, and of course, a dose of grey.
