Tuesday, 5 February 2019

Stormy seas



Kept afloat, on life support
body failing, brain goes sailing
this journey doesn't need a passport
in the distance all I hear is wailing

On these turbulent waves, just a flicker of life
on the dark stormy seas, just a flicker of light
in the distance all I hear is the surgeons knife
cutting through the darkness of that night

Across the vast ocean, I'm flying above
I see land, a place of hope, just beyond the waves
in between stormy waters of hate and the lands filled with love
in the distance I hear the cries to save

On the beach, sand beneath, wet, cool between my feet
still the waters batter against my fragile body
now they just soothe, no longer a threat now a treat
and next to me I hear my family, friends, everybody


Thanks for reading.
Peace & Love.
Kyle.

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