I used to love diving in the ocean,
Watching the beautiful fishes swim around,
But now,
All I see when I dive,
Is plastic.
I wonder sometimes,
Will plastic replace the beautiful fishes?
How I longed to see the fishes again.
Whenever I swim in the ocean,
I don't feel the waves nor the currents,
All I feel is the plastic hitting my arms.
Every time I go fishing,
All I ever fish,
Is plastic bags.
How I wish plastic didn't exist,
I could see the beautiful fishes again,
I could feel the waves and currents,
I could go fishing for my dinner instead of starving every night.
And now,
Here I am,
In a plastic ridden beach,
Watching the sunset,
On the plastic waters,
Where no marine life,
Has survived.
I closed my eyes,
As I collapse,
I'll see the fishes again,
I'll feel the waves and the currents again,
I smile before going to an eternal sleep,
Plastic has destroyed my dream,
Don't let it destroy yours.
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National Geographic Contest
PoetryI used to love swimming, But the ocean is not an ocean, It's all plastic. The grounds are plastic, Clean waters gone, And humanity, Is at the brink of extinction. #PlanetOrPlastic
