Sunday. 11.5.06 7:39 pm
noah's poem.... after... the phone call....
The Vastness of the Sea
It's one of those days
Where breathing
Becomes a curse,
And you find yourself,
Drowning
With such incomprehensible hunger,
Such incomprehensible thirst,
And such incomprehensible pain
And when, the darkness of the ocean
Seeps through
The cracks of a,
Sealed wound
And the salt
Discovers the warmth
Of the veins
You find yourself
Ripped to the core
And a tiny heart beats
Against the vastness of the sea
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