SALTS OF OCEAN
What's the price to not feel this way
Or to not feel anything, anymore ?
I wish to pay the price to taste the sweet
Instead of this salt on my lips.
It's salty, grumpy and musty
And it's all empty, the hole
Or the well, breathtaking, the walls on loop,
Without a shred of sound.
Then where's the end?
The end, say I'm clingy, clinging to the end;
The very end where burning stars meet the ocean;
Burning all day and night, tired of its own fire.
Is it tired or afraid of its own colour?
I guess it's frightened like the stone,
Passing through the well-illusioned well
With walls of salt crumbs -
Feeling like a crumb, worthless with hurt, hurting.
The one that I can't shake.