Depths Poem by grezlay figueroa

Depths

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The father whimpered as the liquid turned to depths of the sea.
if she threw herself in, then whos there to see?
its a motionless feeling.
a thought or a cry.
her silence is equal to the wrath's of a tide.
whats the point of torture
when your hearts not at stake
take away blindness take away pain.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kesav Easwaran 31 May 2009

The whimpering sea...the tide motionless...its wrath...well, you create a strong sad imagery there, Grez...excellent write in terms of expression of emotions...excellent metaphors inside...thanks...10

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