Between these four walls
A secret ocean
Contains a rage tide
For the innocent ones
At times caressing
And soothing
A mellow ebb and flow
Then from deep within
A fire starts
And pressure released
Explodes to crash
Loud resounding angry
Hurtful energy
Smash
There is nowhere to go
Trapped at sea
Suffering
Defeated
Helpless
Waiting for the sea
To calm down
Pray for the rage tide to pass
Soon
Fearful for the next
expected-unexpected wave
Of
Happy
Hurt
Fear
Happy
Hurt
Fear
Happy…
beautiful poem:)
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Thanks for the compliment!
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for some reason this really resonated for me today.
guessing I need to explore that a little deeper…..
brilliant job
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Thank you. I hope you end your exploration with good stuff. 😉
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This sounds like children-inspired. Viewed in that light, I understand this poem completely. 🙂
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Yes. Children-inspired. Sad, but true.
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