the salt water

hidden beneath a trough.
and floated away for 22 hours.
Knowing not where i am.
covered by the crest in front.

gulping in salt water.
and aches the sore in heart.
a hissing sound it gave.
neither nice nor beautiful.

the more its left exposed.
the more it becomes like a host.
a terrible host in me.
which robbed me from myself.

Flapping through the waves.
and pushing downward.
to lift me back up.
for that one gasp of breath.

it takes more and more energy.
for that one swift of motion.
hope of straining for that white beach.
seems merely like a dream.

Clouds of the thunderstorm.
hovering just above the big sea.
only blocked by moving wind.
from releasing its many drops.

Everywhere is just so wet.
beside me, around me, and in me.
where can i turn to somewhere dry?
where can i grab the sandy beach again?

turning my head around.
in time for the wave,
the wave of water and emotion.
to strike deeply again.

hitting hard on the face.
and forcing down the head.
to that once familiar place.
of complete darkness in sea.


i drink the salt water again.