Ocean eyes

There are different levels of grief,

That pass through me.

If I don’t leave them passage,

They’ll consume me.

Like the blackening sea that has been set before me,

Pulling me in ever so gently.

Like a fish caught on a sailors hook,

He holds my body in his hands,

Traces his fingers up and down my skin.

And with a dead look in his eye,

He snaps my neck, and crushes my spine,

With one last push and pull.

There is nothing left for me to give;

All I had he willfully took.

Throwing me back in the ocean,

To drowned.

He had no intention of keeping me around.