The Omen that led to the Ocean

Jun 15

Written By Guest User

Without any word to tell me why,

I was ordered to be thrown in the sea

For I thought certainly, I was going to die

Without knowing what my life would be

Do I remember myself flying briefly in the air,

Falling with my hands up to grasp for hope,

Seeing my own true death, I could not bear

Yet my life was at the edge of a rope

Finally, I sunk . . . but then I rose,

The freezing kept stabbing me, each point a knife,

No matter how much I’ve risen again,

The waves just kept crashing, the heart full of strife

The breath of my lungs wouldn’t stay,

Was I just thrown only to rot?

I was officially done for,

Or so I thought

Realizing this coat that surrounds me,

The birthright of the gods, given to man,

It is the ocean, what else in the world it would be?

Not swimming, but floating could be the best plan

Strangely, purple striped ducks found me,

Laying flat and still over the ocean bed,

Paddling with all their might, the rescued me.

If it weren’t for them, grantedly, I’d be dead.

Guest User

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