The sarcastic Ocean and the Light
Among the debris, I know I see something just off center.It looks like a light house leading the way in a mysterious dark night's blanket over an ocean.
The ocean is so big, sometimes I think I will be lost its vastness forever.
This little vessel is so small I don't know if she can make it through the waves, and violent currents.
That beacon of light, it's so warm, I can almost feel its love.
No matter how much I move though, I cannot reach that light, waves crashing against the little vessel, her walls taking the hits of sarcastic humor, neglectful play, from a disrespectful ocean.
Every wavy bump reminds me of the cruelty held in this body of water tainted with a nothing.
Almost nearing the light, I see off in the distance a rouge wave ... will I survive?
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