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)