And as I was sitting, at ease, happy with who I am,
In the middle of the ocean, eternities away from what I used to be,
I looked down to see waves of wrath beneath me,
Rocking me back and forth, putting an end to my ease.
I looked at my hands and saw, for the first time in decades,
That I was no longer flesh nor skin, I became but mere bones.
For I had sat here for too long, mimicking the stillness of an ocean
So deep, so empty, so quiet.
I guess the days of my solitude have come to an end,
For even the deep empty ocean wasn't as deep and empty as my soul.
My body melted down and my soul never budged.
So here I am, taking in my last breaths,
Being swallowed down in my stillness
By the anger of an ocean too deep,
Yet still too shallow to tolerate
A soul that stayed still
While its body decayed.
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