The ocean washes away all their fears.
Waves ripping apart the stability.
Each golden freckle tallys sun-filled years.
King, Queen, wrap their child in civility.
They are the moon, dictator of the tides.
The coral weeps, seaweed sticking to hearts.
They part my hair, red, how the sea divides.
Oh, wind of salt, air biting me this marts.
Their lightening eyes strike me. Thunder's coming
To quake me to my core. Oh dearest priest!
Wash away my faults, drown my shortcomings.
Shackle me under the tides, chain this beast!
I am not the one to be martyred dear.
May your glory live on, rule with no fear.
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post writing class highschool poems
Poesiaim posting these here more for myself to keep them organised. also writing this are a p healthy way to cope so I'm gonna try to write more. reminder @ myself to start a new one once I graduate.
