My Oceans
How long must I endure the oceans
They drown me every day.
Swirling, trembling troublesome sporadic
Oceans.
They are only mine.
They rip me away in the brightest hours
when I have everything to be happy for.
My heart dies every day
My head submerges
but for some reason,
I cannot drown.
Peace will never find it's way
dancing about.
No one might care
if I drown.
Why do I fight the current
Why did I learn to swim
If I only am to die
a deathless death every time?
But when the water begins to pool at my feet
and my soaked clothes begin to drag,
I reach for my alibi.
Vibrations that promise
someone is on the other line,
and the reassuring rattling of soft coats
Gives me temporary peace
from the Tempest