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Sometimes I want to run into the sea,                                                             ­                           
                                     ­                                                                 ­                  
let the cold-water wash all over
me                                                               ­                   
                                                                ­                                                        
as the waves pull me into its
midst                                                            ­
                                                                ­                                                        
as the sand buries my feet in its
drifts                                                           ­                                             
                                                                ­                                                        
I'd open my lungs & **** the water
down                                                             ­       
                                                         ­                                                             
saltwater filling me up until I
drown                                                            ­        
                                                                ­                                                    
  I'll fall into a blackened deep
  sleep                                                         ­                                   
                                                                ­                                                      
it will wash away the secrets I
keep                                                             ­                                   
                             ­                                                                 ­                        
at the same time, it swallows me
whole                                                            ­                      
                                          ­                                                                 ­             
I allow it to cleanse the darkness of my
soul                                                             ­       
                                                         ­                                                     
  Cover me up with the grains of
  sand                                                          ­  
                                                              ­                                              
  making me a part of the sea & land

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