The Saviour That Lurks Beneath The Sea


A lullaby by the waters

I sat on the edge of a dock

Fell asleep and into the ocean

At 12O’Clock


It felt like a sort of sensation

Falling into the waves

Changing chromatically

The colors fade beneath the surface


The deep served a largeness

Like shadow or silhouette

Moving slow and steady

I begin to lose my breath


And so, from the middle of the shadow

Came a diamond light

With brightness steady and strong

I should be feeling joy, not fright


I hear a voice from the center

Of ethereal tone

And tells me I am saved

I’ve drifted to the sand and stone

I awoke to sight of a beach

And a sight of a behemoth by the sea

Swimming to the horizontal beyond

And when I knew, it was early morning at 3

NOTE: Post I made since I won’t join the Creative Writing Workshop of The Varsitarian

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