I can't swim.
I am afraid of drowning.
The ocean scares me.
It is unknown and forever deep.
The things lurking seem to creep.
The laws of nature do not apply to those living in the depths.
Their colors.
Their shapes.
Their lives.
All so different.
Like us.
YOU ARE READING
Words.
PoetryThis is a book I write in to relieve my mind of the horror it creates for itself. Poems or not, they're words. Definitions or examples, they're words. My words. Read it or not, they're my words.
