The smell of the ocean
The all consuming stench
Salt and sweat and maybe
Something along the lines of freedom
Water and sand and seaweed
Twisting and tying knots
Around feet and ankles
Blinding stunning light
Piercing and painful sunlight
...
Tasting salt and tears
A cold sweat
Blankets twisted around ankles
The dark stifling heat of night
...
I miss living
I've noticed that the more vague and chaotic my poetry is, the more people see and react to them. I think that's interesting, and it makes me really happy when people like my poems.
(Written 8-18-20)