Am I What I Sea

Is my nature free?

I will not laugh nor shout

And engulf in reverie


And then I say I am the sea


The moon the glowing orb

Is a friend to some but not the swirling sea

And she tugs on me


I say to myself I am the sea


I churn with her pulls

Her grasp on myself

Undulates the torrents within


Questions erupt 

I stop abrupt

The calm of the sea


Am I what I say to be

So broke as a pool

Tormented with glowing agony?



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