The ocean is alive. Painting,
alluring
connecting water to terrain,
Tempting, cleansing, carrying
A mini horizon
A line
A great divide.
Bridging the gap between Hades’ underworld and escaping.
The ocean sends you
on a journey of promised hope in a new world
to the place of arrival, which is no land of greener grass.
Yet the ocean keeps painting
the place of departure as that final line
and we believe that the other shore is more alive.
Anticipating, it unleashes any fears as silent screams drown.
The shore intertwines greetings and goodbyes.
Wishing, disembarking, breaking waves.
Here, dreams set sail
while others, embark unwillingly, due to disasters,
with fatal consequence.
The ocean is a provider
but it keeps feeding on dreams.
Illusions separated; lives kept captive.
and bridges burn deep
until they die within.
Dawn fights to come undone
from the trance of the night.
Fake hopes unravel in the day,
light sheds facts
spread out on land
on the ocean surface,
wreckage
exhaling a final cry.
Poor child…
Poor woman…
Poor man…
There is no return.
for those who have a spine.
Generations to come,
will never see the sun
there is no fine line
the ocean paints alive
and generations ahead
will suffer from the great divide
A hope that the ocean remains a live painting
Panting
Breathing
Cleansing
And carrying lives,
Until the end of time.
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