when your in the middle of the ocean,
looking at the endless sea.
you realize stuff.
i realize that im not that tough,
soon i start to think to much.
i start thinking about all my regrets and things ive done wrong.
soon i began to feel this craving,
this thing i need running through my veins.
it had me in chains.
i couldn't escape the endless need to feel alive.
thats all ive been searching for lately.
so that night thinking, watching the waves slowly move.
i walk out of the room,
i run to the lobby.
im looking for something,
but i dont know what it is yet.
then i look at everyone dancing,
i see what they are holding in their hand.
and thats where it began.
that was the beginning of the NEW ME.
YOU ARE READING
The end of myself.
Poetrythis is just a short story with a hint of poetry. It shows a lot of the things i thought on the cruise.
