Waves crash down harshly, to beat and thrash.
But his arms stay tucked and his headed ducked, protecting what he loves.
The storm is rough, the boat rocks all through the blazing sun and the freezing moon.
Cries of a child echo across the ocean; salt waters mix with each other.
One big push, he falls into the depths, loosing grip of the thing he loved.
He flails and splashes, but waves pull and drag deeper.
The salty waters throw him around like a rag doll; everything is fading.
Eyes burning, but determination flaring, letting go is unimaginable.
Close and think, a clearing is near; don't let the flare die out.
Feel and execute, climb higher and don't let anything kill hope.
Pain and darkness surrounds him, fatigue tries to drag him down.
He breaks free, air and success fills his lungs like God's elixir.
The storm is calm, the waves have settled, there floats the boat.
Hurry, swim and climb, search and—
Where has it gone? Feelings you oh so wanted to protect?
He searches and scavenges, emptiness creeping into his gut.
The feeling will never come back, the one he loved too much.
Bobbing in the water is the child, face down.
Dead.
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My Personal Garden of Eden (Poems)
PoésieHello! This is just a place where I, put all the poems I write when I'm bored I thought, 'Hey, why not just release them for people to become inspired?' So I did! Enjoy, and don't plagiarize These poems talk about many current world/personal proble...
