I sit by edge of the sea,
Watching waves creep in between algae ridden rocks
Hopping over shallow craters
I watched the moon control the vastness of one colossal body
I felt the strong undertow take my drifting self
drowning me to a briny heaven because no more am I to float freely
I have learned the lesson of existence.
No one can be free, without a consequence.
Not the moon, nor the sea.
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 12:13 PM UTC
I sit by edge of the sea,
Watching waves creep in between algae ridden rocks
Hopping over shallow craters
I watched the moon control the vastness of one colossal body
I felt the strong undertow take my drifting self
drowning me to a briny heaven because no more am I to float freely
I have learned the lesson of existence.
No one can be free, without a consequence.
Not the moon, nor the sea.
This poem is suppose to show that even if you are free, there is always something holding us back.
