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The Sea of Humanity

All I see is washed away into the sea, the Sea of Humanity. Swarming seamy sea surging sorrows of self pity whisking waking hours of human emotion draining liquid fluids of human life into a sub calming vortex of logic for accomplishment and conquest. Deeply drowning the happiness of self worth with it's lapping wet tongue of bathing insults it's submerging swell of hate and neglect it's selfish flood of bristle equality. A boisterous cry of self indulgence It's confirming body of acceptance Deluging the thinker is wet rot leaving him to suffocate in his own wallow of tears on the edge of a banishing shore. To be original is to be cast adrift alone on the raft of life dying of thirst salty water cannot quench defeated by sweat and heat souls evaporate into the boiling mist of delusion for defiance against the will of the Sea of Humanity. Engulfed by the weight of the mighty oceans surge I withdraw back into myself Escaping within my mind of dreams desires devotions Inner truths of compassion and forgiveness But I am awaken by the splashing spray Of the seas lusting shower And taste the bitterness of my salty fears. Discovering myself bloated and numb open glazed eyes that stare blankly inward toward the oceans depth ears that hear the singing sirens of the oceans mouth luring me closer to the shipwreck damnation conformity a constant unison murmur bewitching tranquil acceptance. I envelope myself into its lusty whipped foam devoured by its rhythmic lapping soothing fingers that wave calm my troubled spirit like the sands that wash away from the shore I am consumed into the void grey sea of faceless millions streaming my soul into it's swell washing away my existence into its bosom drowning my dreams desires and devotions into its murky waters I conform to belong as one I am weaved into the wave of masses Laughing into the sound of madness of the Sea of Humanity I succumbed to be submerged in its submission.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 6/9/2014 8:16:00 AM
Enjoyed reading your creative work..In a large city, I would think that this would seem more real than in a small town or rural area..Great descriptive and expressive work..Sara
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Fritz Purdum
Date: 6/9/2014 5:32:00 PM
Thank you I wrote this years ago and wasn't sure about posting it. Your comment made me glad I did.

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