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The Sea Of Emotions

The sea is red with anger,
For the times I wasn't braver.
I write with the wager,
of the things that make me madder.
The waver of struggles grow and crash,
into the pit less depths of ash.
What might this solve can I ask?
All the feelings that come and make me mad,
to write it out and forget the bad…..

The sea is orange with confusion,
what have I done for this delusion?
I write for the dropping of rain,
to clear the state of this mystification.
While the depths of bewilderment,
holds me like pavement.
There is a way…. out of it…. write it.…

The sea is yellow with sickness,
all the failures of my connectedness.
What does this generation store in its waters?
Is it purely the intent for a sea full of quarters?
I write with the mission to be content,
because I'm bothered with what we forget.
All the…. marching…. blood….
dying….

The sea is green with forgiveness,
why can't everyone have this?
Having to escape the fantasy,
that everyone lives in decency.
Who can survive in an ocean of grudges,
why can't there be second chances?
Is it so hard to…. forget…. omit…..
love.… continue…..

The sea is blue with happiness,
the freedom to just reminisce.
All the freedom knocks me over,
until I'm just a child under its wet cover.
Does anyone understand the benefit of peace?
This folds the final crease,
because yet another day has ceased,
That it was…. good…. great….
wonderful…. full of….
oblivious slumber….

The sea is indigo with mystery,
this connects the wonders of me.
Where I can set out on the voyage of life,
and see where the waves take me.
Does everyone have this curiosity,
to wonder what can become of them?
Could life become…. wow…. whoa….
blah…. sobs…
gasps…. hahas….

The sea is violet with fulfillment,
to show that everyday is perfect.
whether the tsunami of tears or smiles owned it,
regardless the day washed away with sorrow,
or the anticipations of tomorrow.
So in the sea of emotions I wallow,
because life is hard to shallow.
So I choose to embrace….
The anger…. The confusion….
The sickness…. The forgiveness….
The happiness…. The mystery….
The reasons I write.

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