|
oceanic subconscience
by Andrew S Adamslife, is. it is an existance,
a blurred black dot in the middle of a
painfully white plain;
and every little-by-little hope makes it all the more faint
/left from mother, drowning in her milk
the disease spreads through this ocean of doubt
a sea of beautiful confliction,
where his mere presence is enough to cause a mutiny among the pure.
he cant explain his condition, other than life-
hopelessly floating in sea of potential,
and somehow drowning himself in the
dusty remains of the dried up tide./
choking on the voices caught in his sub
terraninan conscience, fully alert of their presence
his last gasp is a realization of futility. 07/20/2003 Posted on 07/21/2003
Copyright © 2025 Andrew S Adams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Vimal Rony on 07/22/03 at 11:18 PM Very thought provoking work.But i feel u need to restructure this poem to give it the full justice.I mean just the flow . Content wise this is excellent. |
|
