Infinite ahead, infinite behind somehow still limited.
Light shimmering upon the surface, light refracting in gelatinous bodies.
Green sludge growing, cracks in my shell, pain in my body.
I eat and still starve, I feed and still hunger, I hunt yet I'm shriveling.
What's happening? It's thick, I'm lost, I can't breathe, the surface is gone, it hurts, I'm scared.
I need help.
YOU ARE READING
Sea
Poetrywriting class poem, my first one actually. could be made better but its ok I think. its about a turtle dying in pollution and a oil spill.
