the storm rushes in with
thunderous beats,
the once gentle waves
frantic as all control is lost,
drowning unspoken words
perhaps for all eternity,
and i breathe in the chaos,
the daunting feeling of
letting go, of being pulled under
desperately by the wild
sea that craves to take in
its next victim.
eyelids flutter open, a soft hush
serenading the tangles in
my hair, whispers in the air.
the ocean moves, constantly
lapping back and forth
never quite meeting the shore,
particles of unclear sand
clinging to my bare feet as i
sit there with my knees bent
to my chin, my arms enveloped
by them, tilting my head back
to the radiant sun as i
succumb to its glory.
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venus springs
Poetrypieces of my scattered, unfiltered thoughts mostly written during the darkest parts of the night. HIGHEST RANKINGS: #104 in poetry #25 in poetic
