How dull I’ve become upon the setting sun,
As rippling water swallowing the sun’s light.
Drained of everything upon the surface of my soul,
How small I’ve become.
Like a duck lost upon the waving form of the sea,
I am alone.
But I forget what’s beneath the surface,
Infinite depths breathing wisdom.
Transform my thoughts to a creature of the deep,
I must remember to dive into what makes me.
More than just the rippling, reflected light am I,
For I am as the depths of the sea.
This September The InkOwl is teaming up with a guest poet The Wasp to bring you a mix of Blood and Anxiety. These poems were inspired by life events, personal experiences, and a desire to share differing perspectives on relationships. If you’re interested in participating in future corroborations with The InkOwl please feel free to message this blog from the contact page.