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Under My Skin
17 years ago
Ive been lost in a sea of thoughts,
reminising on what it was like to once have my boat and oar, my happiness and self worth. Now I float with only the feeling of black, indistinguishable emptiness to be my guide. My northern star has burned out and I find myself drowning in the drinking ghord. The sea rages as chaos takes control of the elements working against me creating my storm. Its no Cast Away story, there is no island to wash up on. Its no folk song, there are no candles in the window to show safe haven. I float on aimlessly as the waves around me crash and cast over me, sucking me into the undertow without warning. No air to breathe, my lungs fill up with water plagued with disease, pollution and oil. Gasping out for that life raft to plow through the water but never does.. Opening my eyes, I can see the turmoil around me hightening to an incredible creshendo but I cant feel it. I dont hear it. Think of my life raft that will never be there agian, I'm peaceful. The only aura presenting its self is that illuminating from my inner want to live through this terreble storm. A break in the clouds, a sihlouete of light beams down. Warmth engulfs my sea. Like the touch of the heavens to a demon suffering from its pain, it stops. My thoughs stop racing; My will ceases to exhist. There I float, a survivor of the storm. Or am I? 
OrochiRazi
~orochirazi
Woah...I didn't know you wrote poetry too. This is a nice one..and ya know, we are on the same wave length...I just wrote a journal that had something to do with water and waves n such. ^^
Machka
~machka
OP
most of my inspiration comes from water. and yes i read that. its more of a reply to it. ever heard of edgar allen poe?
OrochiRazi
~orochirazi
Yuuuuuus. I did hear of him. I've read a few of his poems.
