Dystopia

As I was walking towards the gloominess of the misty ocean, plastic bags dispersed across the gritty sand restricted me from continuing with my journey. They intertwined with my shoes, perhaps mistaking them for a marine animal and felt the urge to never let go. I struggled to set myself free from these chains as every movement was an obtaining punishment of the suffocation and torture that we had created and endured. 

When I finally managed to set myself free from such confinement, I was haunted by the perturbed sound of wailing whales. As I was approaching the sombre ocean, I witnessed something horrific, something overwhelming, something that left me speechless...lifeless creatures floated above the gentle ripples away from the shore. Melancholic expressions smeared across their faces as they had to tolerate such pain and agony before finally escaping from this misery. I stood there in silence, unable to comprehend how something so useful in our everyday lives could have such a vast and devastating impact on other living species. 

Something vividly orange yet petite manoeuvred across this horrific site. My eyes beamed with desire, even though, I felt like this was an illusion. Suddenly, a seahorse appeared out of nowhere! Its remarkable appearance was hindered by the agonizing facial expression it had on its face. Its fragile tail was motionless as it was seized by an object that was far more resilient than the seahorse. I held this breath-taking creature in my hands and set it free from this entanglement. Unfettered, unshackled, unconfined. The waves swayed in contentment and assisted the seahorse to proceed through this mess cautiously. 

The waves battled against these pieces of plastic, trying to push them away to the shore, however, the enemy stood its ground and continued coming back for more. The sound of crying water whistled through the atmosphere, as a tempestuous stream was unable to bare the filthy site. 

I stood in despair wondering how much more destruction had yet to occur. The ocean flooded with a massacre was unbearable to witness. When will the ocean become a home?