Surreal Escape
By Mariah, age 16, Minnesota
Sweet Designs Featured Writer
Embarking on an island,
Unseen by human eye,
I chart in isolation,
No neighboring boat, nor passerby.
No civilization befouls the sea,
For plague and ocean have not met,
Thy bid farewell, speaks thee,
Must clean up life's debris.
Sailing to nowhere,
In search of something,
Though may seem fruitless,
Must life have purpose?
Tale of my life,
Anti-climax,
Whirlpool swallows my existence,
Evaporates my being.
Soul slowly disintegrates,
Pulls me to the fruit of its loin,
Sea calls my name,
Taunts me.
Defiled by sea mist,
Sinks into crevices,
Catacombs lay beneath sea.
Dark abyss of gratitude,
Palpable,
Unable to elude its grasp,
Sea whispers peril.
Heart hampered - non-existent gratification,
Lost beneath surface,
Accompanied by sailors passed on,
Shallow waters, unmarked graves.
Lost and bewildered,
In aquatic nightmare,
Flounder to surface.
Discerning water,
Common as chocolate milk,
Yet not as barbarous,
To lactose intolerant.
Though my life appears droll,
I must abdicate from reality,
Leaving evidence behind,
Of my surreal escape.
