the ocean is bleak,
sanguine
conscious thoughts fall weak
horrified eyes,
restlessly
scale the endless skies
scarlet waves,
dissolve
into underwater caves
sit in your boat,
timidly
through the red expanse you float
the worlds end sits,
veiled
by a lack of wits
eventually the wood,
rots
you have done all you could
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow... I love the ending of this poem. a reminder that no matter what you try to do the wood will always rot! ~Lacey~