Seaweed
The current of feeling held me
With mocking, murky hands
I thought the sky was water,
I thought the earth was sand.
I sank with every heartbeat,
Scattered bubbles of despair
That bobbed along my vision
Distorting any glare
Though the sun shone - I couldn't see
That curled around my heart
Were but weeds of make believe
A water-work of art.
By LJ. Copyright 2016
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