Cold Ocean Floor Poem by Chris Tiganescu

Ravaged by the bombardment
of claws, the relentless aching
in my heart, remaining to be
a shadow of a former self,
so secluded the cold creeps
down my neck, where is the warmth
of the lovers touch, where is
the words of a friend, where has
life pulled me, mangled by
a twist of heart aches and
despair, repress those thoughts
of what once was, but never to be
again, drifting on a black
sea...

Swept by waves with thunderous
teeth, engulfed in a sea of the
lost souls, strive as i might
the black waters drag me to there
depths, inscribe my name on the
oceans floor, another victim
of the horrid love game, in an
ocean of relinquished souls, all
breathe in the foul stench of a
decaying soul...

The oceans cold floor is my home and i
it's unwelcome'd visitor.