Sometimes I find myself with likenesses of water.
To most, I am to be drank,
Taken in, one sip at a time.
But I warn you,
Don’t drink too much of me,
You might just drown.
I can be crystal clear,
Or muddy and darkened,
However, no matter what I am,
It doesn’t take much to see right through me.
All it takes is a little something,
And all becomes clear to anyone who dares to look inside.
I can be beautiful,
Mysterious,
Depressing,
Dangerous...
My emotions are most comparable to the Atlantic,
I’m there, at the beach,
Though most days I’m a little too cold to fully enjoy.
I can give life,
To things that range from small and beautiful,
To large and horrific.
I connect things one wouldn’t expect,
Like Belgium and Mexico,
See? Didn’t expect that, did you?
I’m a little different to everyone,
When I use a term as general as “water”,
But let’s go to the heart of it all.
All bodies of water begin and end with the oceans.
And at the heart of each of those…
Is a storm
A hurricane,
Whirlpool,
Tidal wave,
Tsunami…
Enjoy me all you want,
But one day,
I’ll destroy everything
Even myself
I don't know if this poem has any flow to it, or if it's even understandable.
I guess my thoughts are a little stormy right now as well.