Tuesday 3 March 2020

Sea Week Poem

I Am The Sea

I am the sea, the sea is me
I am the waves that wave violently
I am the foam that lies above me
I am the salt that sits inside me

I am made of the drift wood that floats on top of me
I am made of the ocean organisms that live inside me

I am unable to handle the rubbish that rests in me
I am unable to handle innocent animals dying inside me

Soon enough nobody will see me 
You’ll see only tragic events that are happening to me

















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