The depths of the ocean made many ship a slave.
But I'll rise to the surface, and die with you upon a wave
Did the prophets see those bloody sheets?
Do they know the meaning in our pains?
They take you in one week.
But you'll burn forever threw my veins.
Like when they tarmaced those cobbled stones.
Where as children we once played.
I cannot see. But like the white rose.
You've been laid.
My hard look and icey stare are all but lies.
I see you in your mummys tears,
I hear you in her cries.
No one cares, the cold and hungry know.
No one cares, we have to let go.
I'll set this, my broken heart on good.
In hope to reignite our Love.
With you, we will always be us
For you I'll be a miracle,
she will not slip threw my hands.
But take yours, and dance to the strings,
crying from these marshlands.
My darling know that we love you
and that the angels do too.
Smith Shine Poetry 
Powerful writing. Reminded me of John Masefield’s poem ‘I must go down to the sea again’ and my dad’s book Bismarck,Dorsetshire and Memories’. Happy creating
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I will look these up thankyou. And thanks for taking the time.
It was a tough one but a great release also.
✝️
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Well done.
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Hey thanks
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Your heartfelt words express the depth of emotions and loss so poignantly. This is a touching tribute, a testament to enduring love and the pain of separation. Beautifully written❤
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❤️
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Haunting and heartfelt, an amazing piece of writing.
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thanks mich.
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