i miss the ocean

in a hallway

with a taupe lined

carpet,

a truly 

goddamned

awful carpet,

there is the last bit

of my strained 

hope.

i have carried all

i can

but your exasperated 

sigh

is heavy.

my arms are tired..

and if resentment

is indeed

a seed of sorts

even death valley

has seen it’s bloom

a super bloom,

in fact.

i can’t measure 

the distance

precisely

but i know it’s far

further than i am willing 

to go

or honestly,

am even able.

it was meant to be

simple

and sweet

yet here i am

embittered shell,

lamenting.

 

– sheila c

 

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6 thoughts on “i miss the ocean

  1. Thanks for the recent Like! I love your poetry, it’s so passionate and real, plus the words you use are amazing. Anytime you like my posts, I think I must be doing something right! Thanks again!

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