I am drowning.... drowning in the feeling of destruction.
Reveling in the adrenaline ruah of a broken heart with wounded parts joined and mashed up and messed up.
And beating.
Beating and pounding in my ears..... resurrecting my fears.. drying my tears because this is a pain that is like the big black hole in the Bermuda.
It consumes me and begs for more.
Till it is me.
Infinty. Infinity never felt so within reach... so deserving of the struggle... so unnerving.
So close you could actually taste it. Yet far enough to remain a figment of my own imagination... my tortured self in this cross examination... my tattered soul in self-obliteration.
I grew up with the salty smell of the sea and the teasing breeze... the caress of the moist wind upon my skin.
I watched the sea take and take and take.
Take the sailors. Take the boats. The oil that floats and the plastic that bloats.
I watched my heart take and take and take.
Take the pain. Take the punch. Take the scars
And yet... with the weight of the aqua world and rape by a race that sees no beauty in the depths of its mystery... the sea never drowns.
The sea never dies.
The sea only grows in fury and majesty... the waves royally rolling on the shore... leaving elegant markprints.
Scars.
The sea never drowns. The sea never dies.
And the sea will take me home.
I trust the seasoned sailor shall brave the waves. The sea will take me home
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Wireless Mind
PoetryThese are aimless thoughts often banging at my door in the middle of the night demanding release. And I am at their mercy,to paint them in the truest picture on paper with words only the soul can conjure. Join me in my midnight dance with them...
