Monday 16 July 2012

Minnow

With my eyes shut tight like clams,
I don't want to leave this ocean bed
when every wave of washed up wishes
laps over my drowsy dreams.
I can feel myself drowning in despair
at the prospect of another dismal day
full of desperation and depression,
being a minnow in a sea of marauders.

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