Final Series 1: Night Art
I've got a big black ocean
That I call my own
It rests between my thoughts and my actions
I swim out when I'm alone
I'll swim for a second
Or maybe a day or two
The result is always the same
I come out with my red heart
Blue
The ebb and flow puts me to sleep
As my chest rises and falls with the tide
But at times I struggle to keep my head above the waves
And have to swallow my pride
Big gulps of salt water
Run down my throat
I let it swallow me whole
I never expected to float
This poem is about:
Me