The Seabed
A wave of sorrow
like yesterdays, tomorrows
is the ticking of the heart
it's the tick tock body, of the clock
So, a day is born
knowing, the night is torn
as the impossible light
keeps, trying to fight
the Seas, engulfing steps
climbing backwards, as it wept
for it's knowledge, you thought had lied
because the waves tried to crush it all
before it reached the shores
so it takes retreat
and takes their pain
down to the deep
there, stays anchored
to Seabed floor
because, freedoms light
felt, through storms of night
was seen, though not believed
and through the cutting shards, you glimpsed
a hand, descends
amongst that Sea Glass, and it bleeds
saying, 'now believe
l was always here,
l was always near
and do not fear
l conquered death'
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.