Why is the sun so bright?
I try looking up, but i can’t.
Drip, Drip, Drip
Perspiration like rain drops.
I try to remember,
But i can’t.
How did i get here,
Where the ship.
Where’s my safety?
My confidence?
My safe haven?
My hopeful place?
My heart is a drum,
An African talking drum,
So loud, so scared,
Slowly coming out my chest.
How long?
Slowly slowly slowly drifting,
All alone,
Middle of the ocean.
Lost in thought
Lost to the world
Lost to myself
I’m lost at sea
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I really love the way you structured this very deep piece.
Tfs, friend.
Thank you friend!! ☺
Looove the comparison of your heart to an African drum. You travel between very different, vivid images in this piece. It’s really great
Thank you. ☺☺