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Lost at Sea
(This is more of an experimental style. Mainly free verse. What do you think? I’d love to hear your thoughts!)
Waves of you keep crashing into me.
Crushing,
drifting in the tidal pools, I’m trapped,
Breathless.
***
Suffocating on the jagged coral.
Beautiful,
but dangerous. Which way is up?
Kicking,
***
but going nowhere.
Struggling,
stuck within the current
Electric.
***
Blue lightening strikes
Ionic, I rise.
A storm cloud
floating
***
over saturated sand
made of glass crystals.
Thank you for reading this short poem. Let me know in the comments if you like it, and/or what it means to you.
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