An ocean of blues,
The most beautiful of hues.
The turquoise foam
It feels like your home.
That pale white sand
It's like the soft caress of a hand.
But underneath it all,
If you should fall,
You will start to see
What I am meant to be.
The monsters inside,
They will not let you hide.
Those torrent waves,
They follow me throughout all my days.
The darkness of the deep,
It's enough to make you weep.
Now go back to the shore
And look once more.
That calm that you see,
Is that really me?
YOU ARE READING
Poems
Poetryjust a bunch of poems that suddenly come to me in the middle of the night when i can't sleep
