Ode to the Sea



Gasping and quivering

I sprint to the seas,

Floating up and down

the alleys.

Breakdowns at one ,

Mendings by three.

The waves roll up

rocking me to sleep.

“Too much has happened

and I cannot breathe,

With eyes out there shooting with rejection

I cannot see! “

I weep.

“So O! water

if I jump,

Please let me sink.

I’ve had enough of this world

And I do not wish to swim.”

Choking out words

from a debris ,

I speak.

An ichor fills my chest

as I weep.

The water ,

The sea,

still pays no heed.

Just keeps humming under its breath

a deep melancholy,

” O! my dear child I cannot take you in,

Survival is the word.

And Survive you will.

Tonight, you may be drowning but you’re not dying,

so please.

Do not give up on life without even trying to swim”

It repeats.

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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