Breaking The Silence Poem by Euan Voo

Do you notice how hopelessly
Beautiful the way the kissing, scorching
Sun's radiant rays smacks the shimmering seas?

Or do you notice how beautifully
Hopeless the way the vast deep oceans
Are so empty, yet big enough to
Contain the sea monsters of our
Shame,
Our pain,
And our pride?

And do you see how desperately these ornate oceans
they try to embrace their granulated shores,
yet the sun's reflection of paradise so
Pathetically mutates into crystal clear shallow tides-
As they slide back into their walls
Of their volumed shadow-
for comfort?

Swish, swash,
swish, swash,
That's life as they see it, isn't it?
Do you feel the same way too?
I don't.

And I really don't,

Because I, have lived long enough to
Know that the ebbing tides we mark
As our destinies are sickly,
and devilishly,
Contaminated with the acid of Facade
That we so mercilessly sink
And engulf our baseless banks into.

We are but hypocrites living the
Falsely unexamined,
callously contaminated,
Self-deluded lives,
that may one day
Break us
Into
Tiny meandering
Rivulets of tributaries
That can only go

Swishing,
and
swashing,

Swishing
and
swashing...

..Into deathly despair,
Choking with pollutants
That we strivingly fill our
Corroding drainage systems with.

We are the pollutants
Coated in sunkissed sea
Sickness,
Controlled by the force of the moon
That slowly leads us back to the same
Current that once engulfed us:

Swish,
Swash,
Swish,
Swash.