I swim in this ocean ... This ocean of wonders. I know not where I should end up Yet I struggle against a deadline I know not why I keep going in the icy water Yet I continue to pump blood through my body I know not how I feel as I become numb Yet I can feel my body taking me away against the current * It seems that this is a dream ... From which I awake wet In this dream I dreamt of a watery hell in which I was trapped against time Like a message in a bottle across the sea entirely ** Doesn't it seem that I know not what I talk about? `Tis because I know NOT what I write ... I just do. From the top of my head ... as I do now. Making sense to those who recognize my warmth ... My FiRe ... My Soul ... Do you see me, oh Blind one?
Reason for writing:
I was just looking around ... and I decided I would write something ... from the top of my head! =o) It comes easier that way!
Birth sign: Not entered
You need to log in to edit this poem if it is yours.
View more poems by Isabel FiRe (Leo).