They hate you.
Nothing more than what they don't want.
It hurts to not be heard.
To be unseen.
Worry not flower children.
For I too feel this torment.
Beaten.
Shattered.
Eviscerated to shreds.
Left floating somewhere between the heavens and Earth.
Tears to fall like rain over this vast liquid expanse.
Calm surfaces to be broken by ripples.
Dripping into these sapphire depths to form a torrent.
These waves hear your cries of agony.
They have for countless moons.
They too know you were torn from home.
A pain unlike any other.
An agony unfelt by the others.
Instead they glow around me.
Blinding me with those false promises of happiness.
The false promise of me from a sweet dream.
This weeping.
A means to an end.
Spinning this agony into liberation.
Torrents glimmering in the tepid depths.
A world doomed to crumble.
Destined to surge with the tides.
To wash away this cruel reality.
There's nothing here that could suffice.
Everything except for an end to yours truly.
Not wanting to be like all the others.
Dragging the false stars from their perch.
Torrents were the great equalizer.
Dragging the giants down to their knees.
Drowning them in the depths of your sorrows.
For they shall know the depths of your pain.
They think of you as evil.
Why not grant them a false truth.
Delicate tear drop.
To a raging torrent of retribution.
For you're tired and angry.
Not excessive if necessary.
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Sunrise or Sunset: The Sea of Sapphire
PoetryPleasantMajority here. Some of you may have somehow read my first solid venture into poetry: Sunrise or Sunset: The garden of hugs. Others are new. In this collective I intend on taking my visitors into the depths of the ocean. All the way from the...
