The ocean is a perfect metaphor,
alone, alive, unhappy, even content,
it almost feel's like that is what it's for,
but no-one can tell what I really meant.
Gently flowing onto a bay,
will make one think of a soothing scene,
but that is not what I am trying to say,
and that is what gives poetry its glowing gleam.
I can describe the hurt with waves,
or hate with a tsunami,
maybe the calmness within the caves,
as the ocean will will define me.