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I'm out there in the ocean
And I'm  sailing on the blue
I'm not really worried
Where I'm heading too.
The storms can be very fierce
And the waves they can rise high
I'm not all that bothered
And I'll tell you the reason why.
Because I'm out there in the ocean
And I'm  sailing on the blue
It's really so amazing
What the imagination it can do.
I have a fascination with the ocean and tiny islands
This poem is my imaginary boat across the sea
In reality I have a fear of the sea I'm happier on land..
Gazing at the stars
I look at my fading  scars
The unseen hurt  , The  unheard  cry
I wish the pain inside  would die

I go through this once more
Will there ever be a door
Which would take me far away
To an unknown gateway

But the blade is my friend
When I reach dead ends
He hears me scream ....hears me moan
A smirk on his lips appear as I groan

My face has turned pale ...my fingers blue
He says my untimely death is now due
I look around , but darkness is all i see
In this cold hour a  warm hand is all I need
This poem is for the ones who tears were never wiped ...their cry which was never heard .....I hope they find their solace ....just like I found mine 💕
Yesterday he ran so  free  
Then he walked us off our feet
He jumped right up and then we found
He was exspecting his favourite treat.
Upon that day he wanted to play
He just never seemed to stop
Then on that night he didn't seem right
It was on the floor he flopped.
He climed on our bed then didn't move
It really was so alarming
We thought about the bone he chewed
Hoping that it didn't harm him.
He laid and laid and didn't budge
He was such a saddened sight
We shall wait until the morning
We couldn't sleep that night.
At seven o'clock he gave a bark
we thought he would never stop
He ran down stairs at such a speed
The pigeons all flew off.
Now he is completely oblivious
To think he almost made us sob
We had one hell of a restless night
Whilst he was sleeping like a log.
Back to the
subtle pool
of dark and deep
that lay below illumination.

Wriggling, slippery
scales of black
in a pool
so hard to see,
so hard to grasp.

Down the hall
in the realm of control,
pulling into light a dark shadow.

Maybe two, but one.

Pull it close
to touch it in mind,
to know it and own it
and let it go.

So deep and dark
and subtle and fooling,
this pool of mind.
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