noah's poem.... after... the phone call....

The Vastness of the Sea


It's one of those days

Where breathing

Becomes a curse,

And you find yourself,

Drowning

With such incomprehensible hunger,

Such incomprehensible thirst,

And such incomprehensible pain

And when, the darkness of the ocean

Seeps through

The cracks of a,

Sealed wound

And the salt

Discovers the warmth

Of the veins

You find yourself

Ripped to the core

And a tiny heart beats

Against the vastness of the sea

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