Ocean

I washed up on the coast,
and vomited out the seawater,
and pulled seaweed out of my hair.

The ocean seemed so enticing,
from my point of view,
all the way up there.

I wanted to fly,
have mom and dad be proud,
their boy, a real Icarus!
maybe they'd pay attention.

I hit the ocean,
and felt the grip of Poseidon,
as I relished in the cool water,
waiting for my abyssal relief.

But thoughts bum-rushed me,
and I grew scared,
and hurried quick,
burst out of the water like a lotus flower.

I washed on the beach,
by the coast,
still in my pain,
that was now accompanied by dull physical one.

My world,
was still nothing but a swirl,
of blackness,
a Mariana Trench hole,
where everything should've remained.

I got up from the beach,
and started to walk away,
and I felt my hair blow in the wind.

Maybe it's not so bad,
maybe I'm just young and ignorant,
a still blooming lotus,
who hasn't risen from the mud pit,
of the world.

by Nicholas Peter

Comments (7)

Very meaningful and meditative poem. Well penned. Great Enjoyed reading it Thanks for sharing with me
'what is this i have in me i cannot show to all'... good phrasing there...liked...10...
a part of me to a part of it I become as a i grow in it's warmth within me..Very original poem one of your own +++10 The soul indeed is whole being and no one can hide it..it shows in the eyes in the manner of his self...just look in the face of Nelson Mandela. regards Do you notice poeple leaving this site and viewing numbers falling
That soul never dies, but only the body grows and dies
An extraordinary poem, but very well written. one of your better works. Lynn
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