Its an ocean,
and I'm barely floating.
I dont naturally float anyway
Bet you didnt know that.
It takes effort to stay above the water.
I cant drift like you can.
Every stroke is a brutal struggle
to stay above the torrential waters
to stay alive.
Its an ocean,
and I'm barely floating.
Each stroke pushes me two strokes back.
I probably have hypothermia by now
add that to my long list of illnesses and inflictments
that you dont know about.
I don't make progress,
But I guess thats okay
Because I dont have a destination
either.
Its an ocean,
and I'm barely floating.
People call me tough.
What do they know?
They dont live in an ocean.
Where every move is an effort
If thats isnt tough, I guess
what is?
Its an ocean,
and I'm barely floating.
"drowning" only begins to describe it.
Some days I've sunk so far that I cant breathe
Breathing would be a novelty.
"already gone" might describe it a little better.
I dont see land.
The light from the land was extingished.
Or maybe my light was extinguished.
And the moon is cloaked by the clouds.
My soul is emicitated.
Maybe its anorexic.
It dosent take in the positive anymore.
So it starves itself of what it needs most:
Love.
Its an ocean,
and I'm barely floating.
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this was really interesting.
and the repetition of those two lines really worked to tie the poem together.
nicely done.

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i really enjoyed this. there were a couple spelling mistakes. i didnt really understand lines 32 and 33 though.


