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Grass Ocean

I’m sprawled here,                        
	In this field.  
	The tall grass,  
	Swallows me up. 
	It moves in waves, 	
	Just like the ocean.  
	So, for once, I can swim,  
	 In this big grass sea.  
	I lay here, looking up,
	At that indigo sky.  
	Surrounded by my ocean, 
	And it’s tickling my face.
	I close my hazel eyes
	Not having a need 
	To keep them open.
	And I wonder
	How it would feel
	If I could swim.
	I simply lay here
	Feeling so broken
	My trust betrayed
	My ocean swirls around me
	The sun shining on me
	The wind whispers in my ear
	But it’s words mean nothing
	They’re lies to me now
	I stretch my arms out
	High above my head
	And I touch cold metal,
	And I’m angry all over
	You can walk
	The wind whispers
	I plug my ears
	Because it’s lying	
	He took that from me
	My pride and joy
	I cannot run, I cannot walk
	And I lay here, broken
	But here, in my ocean
	It’s my little secret
	My demise is not
	For the world to see
	My pain is for me
	A tear rolls down my cheek	
	And still, lay still, I cannot speak
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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