Wednesday 26 August 2020

Oceans : A Poem


There's an ocean
inside 
my head
where traps
chain them in
each letter laps 
in waves against
my skull 
waiting
to be set free.

  Words 
they are called.

There's an ocean
outside
my heart
warms arteries
chills veins
blessed ink
releasing
them to liberty.

  Feelings
they are called.

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