Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Sea of Nothing

by Gianna Cabral

It comes in waves like the ocean tide,
Sometimes I get lucky when the ocean is calm and nothing is in motion.
I get a short, relieving break from myself, something I wish was always there.
But most of the time the roaring water gets strong, pulling me under its suffering sea.
My chest becomes heavy and I never think the feeling is going to vanish,
But just as I'm about to take my final breath, someone swoops beneath the hazardous abyss and pulls me back, breaking the surface once again.
The never-ending cycle is yet to be destroyed,

And I'm still just trying to keep my head above the water and survive this lonely, empty, sea of nothing.  

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