The waves is following me
And clashing against the reefs.
I’m lost in these seven seas of grief.
I tried to sail away,
but the way turbulence made me sway
I fell into the bottomless bay.
Shoreline isn’t in sight or
My eyes too tarnished to see The land of promise.
I’m going To die, aren’t I? Please be honest,
I rather die on this reef then
Continuing swimming in the Sea of Grief.

This poem was written/submitted by Monterio Hill.