Ripples


Miles and miles, the surface extends

Its water, calm and stagnant

Unmoving, unchanged

Deep below the currents move, they move to disrupt the floor

The water lashes here and there and yet on the surface

Still.

Knowing not, the onlooker praises the sight

Knowing not, its a turmoil inside

Someone is drowning somewhere, pushing, fighting, all to no avail

It’s cruel, the flowers I hold

As I watch the growing mould

By the side, water laps at the edges

Urging me on, to freedom

The currents would carry me away, Ripples are all, of you, that will stay.

 

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