SEA OF LIFE

It's two in the morn,
I'm at the end of my wick.
Head a little shy of hurts,
But I still feel sick.
There's a dryness to the air,
The rain is coming.
I can feel it's coming in my bones:
All I can see are clouds up there,
For there be no stars.
Then I feel an oddness about,
That makes me want to scream.
Where's the roof I have a roof,
Is this another crazy dream.
Why is the world still turning,
While my stomachs churning.
Am I in a dinghy a ship or a boat,
If it's a dream why is my mind afloat.
With all the things I'd never want,
No matter how I try,
I feel my life drifting by,
In a turbulent sea of life.



Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-04-14 at 04:34

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