Oceanic
From the drip I quench
Am shocked, with,mine well
sunk to the depths of addiction
Drown and clashed by
sorrows and joy
From the drip I quench
I swallow it not
it’s faucet holds no more
breaking up all the tides
making life – less dampen
…and never to spike
From the drip I quench
I sigh a relief
Though, left swollen
and sore
I’m able to gloat
at the rising sun and
the setting same.
By Oceanic
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