Personal, poetry

Sea of Introspection

I’ll let the ink spill from my veins
And engulf me, swallow me whole
Until there is no suffering, no pain
I’ll let the writing ease my heavy soul

I’m already drowning in these memories of you
Swept out into a sea of forgetful grays
But the ocean is starting to change its hue
I can no longer see the light of day

It’s an overwhelming sort of moment
Lost in a maze of my own mind
Searching for sanity and trying to hold it
Tightly so I don’t lose myself this time

With ink I spill out draft after draft
In the turbulent sea, the page is my only raft

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