I lay below the depths of the ocean,
Held prisoner by the toiling weeds.
I learnt long ago, screaming didn't help,
And so, I watch the aquatic life become destroyed by civilization above.
qThe ocean browns,
The creatures die and join me on the ocean bed.
My soul weeps, prays, beseeches the Lord,
To put an end to the torture.
The ocean is dying,
And if it doesn't stop,
There won't be any beauty left to admire.
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Epigrams
PoetryIt appears you've found my book and before you decide to read it's contents, know that... These poems are everything that is me. (Also the cover was made by my buddy FierroThorne!)
