There are oceans in me
whose origins lie
somewhere in the dark of
a fissure in my heart,
whose waves are frozen
along the shores of my eyelids
against the cold that
so submerges me.
Ice on the outside and
burning liquid within:
a sea of heartache that
rages and raves,
that makes me tremble like a
weak vessel
holding a soul in the midst of a
maelstrom.
I will drown
from the inside out
long before this vessel shatters to
reveal my
washed up corpse.
Please tell me what you think
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Hey
This poem is very unique and outsandin job with beautiful talent u have. loved the way it was written it. well Penned and Alsome job u have done.. Keep da ink flowin
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