The violent tides thrust me back and forth
I squirm, I fight, I g(r)asp into the void
I cannot breathe
The tempestuous Sea is carrying me away
Furiously fighting to tear me apart from the Shore
Eternal contest of tug-o'-war
A glimpse I manage to steal
Distant, red speck
It is my dad's red automobile
And the distant blurred palm trees burn
It is from my salty eyes
or cries?
My isolation is long overdue
in the torrent of waves this much I knew
the relentless Sea my limbs already stole
And my acrid throat smoldering slow
Finding serenity, the tempest does glow
I then submerged myself into the blue
the carbon dissipates within
hydrogen and oxygen win
but there remains a percentage unknown
it is not the blood or the bones
is it the Soul?
And now It has been carried away
tranquility preponderates over isolation
The waves' once jarring melody is now mellifluous
It rests in the offing until then
the Shore's provocative doubts resurface
"Is it really that pleasant
to be stripped from mortality, flesh and blood?
Does Humankind not say
You shall not let yourself be carried away?"
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Excerpts From a Lonely Heart
PoetryYou are holding my heart. Peel off a layer - there lays an enigmatic labyrinth. Dig deeper, and you will come face to face with a mystifying puzzle. The thing with a heart is that it does not only go deeper. It is such a dynamic complexity that it...
