A body of water
My emotions ripple across my face
The tides of my existence
Are the ones I cannot trace

My surface bright and clear
Like Caribbean seas
Deeper, though is darker
In blackness, none can flee

Herein lies my tortured soul
My battered broken heart
Near the bottom of the bowl
Where my emotions start

They drift up with every current
Until the surface break
In waves and waves and waves and waves
The tears streak down my face

Tempestuous roiling waters
Those that fill my soul
Take care if you are swimming
Else my waters take their toll.

-- AlexZander

This was a nodeshell. Now it isn't.

Log in or registerto write something here or to contact authors.