Where is it,
The deepest depths of me,
Oh how I hate the land,
Because no matter how low I feel I know I can not dig deep enough to find it,
Lost drifting, maybe even back to the sea,
There it's so familiar to me,
The cold salt wind again,
Pour it into my wounds,
Cuz it's the only thing I had,
Wishing that for some reason it was me
Instead of you killing me,
Feels like murky home again,
Laying out on the deck alone again,
A deep breath and the salt stings,
A million miles away,
I don't know when it fell away,
My beautiful sea,
That stormed and threatened my own safety,
It's been to long since I forgot about safety,
The water drops they fall down,
Scared to death of being in land and drowning,
Just I can't even look down,
And throw myself even lower,
I gave myself safety of a boat,
But here I am on land again.
Sink me, bury me at sea,
Let me sink down in the deepest trenches,
Because I always said my heart laid somewhere down there,
When I could not hear it,
Didn't ever expect to find land,
And now it concerns me,
Do you remember anything that's been blamed on me?
And you ask what it is that concerns me,
Patience, I will only find proof the sayings or victory in loyalty,
And either way I'll ask they bury me at sea,
Something just wants to hide away,
For what ever exsistance is going away,
Maybe forever there I will be.
I won't bother asking if you'll come with me,
If I do you might feel obligated to come with me.
- Joshua Banks JJAJ
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When Sanity is Lost
PoetryAnd I just couldn't stop, before I knew it I was picking the pen up again. My second book in process this is soon to begin editing once my last one is done. As always hope you enjoy and find my insta @these.are.true.feelings
