The Roaring Sea

 

An inevitable catastrophe

Has boiled up inside of me

It presents itself consistently

And it leaves a wake in the roaring sea

Of the people that I lure in

And hook them with my slogan

That you will always be my friend

Through thick and thin and until the end

But the catch is I have to give a shit

About my life and all it consists

And I’m sailing towards this awful bridge

And I know I simply just cannot fit

So in the bowels of the ocean I will sit

And if I’ve pulled you down it was not what I wished

I guess people like me should just simply exist

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

a horrible poem, i just feel like i havent written in a while....blah 

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