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by Rinkat
Rated: E · Poetry · Other · #2128643
My friends are ships. Cross a line, and you get landlocked.
I feel like our ship is thrashing in the waves
Will ignoring the water bring it back to the bay?
Careless words meant for self preservation
Ended up being alienating
Asking to ignore it is like bottling the sea
Can’t you see it’s drowning me?

They need to escape, these thoughts and these feelings
Holding them in only twists their appearances
So please let me talk, let me vent, let me cry
Because that’s what I need to get by these jagged rocks that reach towards the sky

Shutting me down just isn’t fair
Can’t you see that I’m gasping for air?
Ignoring the sharks that circle my mind
Only gives them time to eat my insides

But now I see; the horizon is clear
Trust when I say you have nothing to fear
I’ll bottle the ocean into countless jars
I’ll bury them away and they’ll become scars

The sands come up to cradle the ship
Landlocked and stagnant, I’ll leave you there to sit
You expect truth, but you break the rule
Why should I sail with a hypocritical fool?

I’ll give you a puddle to splash in, Little Sailor
Just enough to wet your toes
But the jars remain buried
And their location not easily disclosed

Know this, Sailor;
I can take away your puddle
I can take away your ship
I can turn you to dust in an instant

But for now, I will wait
I will see how things go
And when I decide judgement
Trust me, you’ll know
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