Running from the sea
I want to cry an ocean.
And be a martyr of a war I had never faced.
I wanna drink a satisfying potion.
That took me afar that I chased.
Waterfall of tears
Spouts a rushing pool,
Which collects and entraps my fears.
Imperfections banished.... I am nought a fool.
Maybe I just need to cry.
Maybe I need a hug
I do sigh.
But only grunt and shrug.






