Shipwreck
I am contaminated,
As is the sea,
My mind is a ship,
Sunken to the deepest parts
Of my thoughts,
It was a wreckage
That no one has discovered.
Plunging into an ocean of grief,
My lungs swallow the water.
Trying to breathe it in,
I can taste the plastic,
Not the salt.
My thoughts are the pollution
No one tries to clean
I am lost.
I am a shipwreck.
Copyright © Cynthia Ur | Year Posted 2018
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