The Dark Sea

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The Dark Sea

I do not know when it started

And I will never know when it will stop.

I am trapped inside of the ocean,

Breathing in sea salt, suffocating,

In the deep water that I have created.

I call it the Dark Sea

Although I never could quite figure

What colour it actually is.

Sometime it is a muddy red

Like fresh blood spread

Through the crime scene

Of my own self.

Some it is a deep dark blue.

Like a tear of the fool

Who does not have a clue

Of what sins she has done.

Most of the time though,

It is grey.

Just grey.

Like my eyes

And my hair

And my heart

And their hope for me.

So I assume, it is grey.

It is grey like my words of apology.

Sometimes there is a visitor.

He does not have a permanent shape.

But he makes my heart beats like a drum,

As his teeth go through my flesh,

Make the scars of trauma become fresh

And the sea water burns deep into my bone.

So I call him Mister Shark.

He is the punishment that I deserve

For having a crippling heart.



Mister Shark takes many shape.

But he loves taking shape of my love ones.

In a blurring figure he walks toward me

With red eyes and distorted smile.

He is very good at imitating their voices,

Their sounds of disappointment

And her screeching of rage.

' Why cannot you be a normal person. Why cannot you be good. Why are you making me sad and angry. Why are you sad and angry. Why are you acting like this. There is something wrong with you.'

And the sirens can be heard from a hundred miles away.

He is also very good at imitating their good side,

Using their voice to say silly things like

'I am so sorry I hurt you again'

Or 'I am so sorry I made you the creature you have become'

And he would embrace me with his white shark teeth

As the sharp knife and the flesh meet

I cry the silence scream of the sufferer,

Puking out nonsense apologies

That unfortunately could not be heard.

Mister Shark never forgives me

Just like how the world will never forgive me

Just like how I will never forgive me.

So to avoid the world I fall deep into the Dark Sea.

I have not reach the bottom of it

yet.

I am scared.

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