Depth of an Ocean

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I am falling in a huge ocean,
Trapped in a whirlpool
Strange currents pass by me
I smile, I know I am always on the edge
One comment, one word is all I need
The push which drags me in the stillness of the blue
The weight hanging on my ankle,
Pulling me down to the ground
What is breathing? It's fun to forget
Essential life workings and nature's rule are easy to break
Am I not dead yet?

The mask wrapped around on my face thickens
It always stays there
A huge smile engraved on the plastic
Plastic like me, worthless
It thickens till the scowl on my face disappears
The sadness underneath cannot be discovered
I have to hide, I have to look alright
I have to be something I know I am not
Tears stings eyes, threatening to let go
So do my hands
My brain thrives with it's own recklessness
Well, after all we are one
Heart plagues with its constant dull throbs
The eyes shine of the darkness where search for hope began
After all, we are one, aren't we?

Legs shake at the intensity of the blow
Aren't we falling down?
We are stuck in mid air,
Waiting for everyone to see and laugh.
A sadist head and a masochistic heart
Together they wreck and cause havoc
But it's my own body that lays victim
And it's my own soul crying.
We can't become worse now
Against all odds, we stand worst.

Picking up strength to move the limbs,
Where did we go wrong?
Where did we fall?
Where have all our reasons gone?
I could sing a thousand songs
But the answers remain hidden
In perfect light and perfect distance
We are unable to obtain them
Judging eyes set on us, we trip on our own feet
We are just one
And the one we lose.

Daylight has come upon us
But to us, it doesn't shine
The moon is our sun
Forever it reigns
Stealing our happiness, sorrow consumes us
New rots away
Beauty lies in weakness and so does defeat
Isn't victory just a foot ahead
Teases us to our deepest flaw
Insecure and vulnerable,
Listening to others and advising them
But we know aren't worth it
We never were, or ever will be
Quietness has its complications
And I am the reason of them all.

Put them first, chants my head
And I do just that
Heart dwells in a deep sea of sadness
And I happily ignore them all
Doesnt help much
But intensifies the suffering of the weak
Selfishness has a bad smell
And reputations stink
Maybe running after materials is not bad, after all
Fling the purse over, gold is running its race.
The waterfall of forgiveness couldn't wet us
Never will it
We are the cause.
The victim and the victor.
Perhaps life was all there is
A shaking heart of a sensitive.

-Robyn

Date: 1st February 2020

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