Comments about Deja Frederick
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...