In The Sea Of Anguish Poem by Cherry Joy Clamor

How tormenting that these shallow sheets of mosses seem to drown me.
Its dampness seem to be arid and beyond confusing.
I lay here half alive if this is still how life is define.
I gaze at the stars and they seem too dull and too pale.

I have lost the essence of laughter as it was consumed by sorrow.
Smile has become scarce that mornings arise in the wings of sullenness.
The clouds cry in defiance of the colourful arc printed in the sky.
No bright light seen at the edge of a penumbra.

How living become so cliche and dying so au courant.
How thorny is your goodbye that it stings and I have to bleed.
The aroma of a garden you breathe when you expel words of how you want us to be, becomes a poison to every end of me.
If this is death in front of me, I'd sail it than lose my dreams in a vast sea of anguish.