A Watery Grave


I made this sea with my own tears,
not in one day instead in years.
For I'm not God and can't create,
this sea I've made in just one day.

This sea I've made it will not dry,
its sustenance for evil lives.
When I shed tears they warm inside,
my suffering is now their pride.

This sea I've made with crashing waves,
ferocious sea a sailor's grave.
For those who underestimate,
my painful sea will decimate.

My sea of tears, heartbreak and fear,
will swallow love when it draws near.
Unless their love can part my sea,
they perish in my tsunami.

So now I drown in my own sea,
with fading light as I sink deep.
I pray for air and sweet release,
and someone who will rescue me.

This sea of mine has bested me.

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