You may say that you don’t see,
The tears in my eyes,
Cause they have been washed away,
By the waves that rise.
Trust me when I confess,
yes I am a wreck,
I look for you in the sky,
standing on the deck,
In your arms is the place,
I so crave to be,
But I can’t find a way out,
I am sick of the sea.
The wind that blows fills me with,
The fragrance of your sweat,
Curse the day, I stepped on board,
The moment I regret.
And when the ship dances,
to the tunes of waves,
It just brings out of my eyes,
the water I have saved,
I just want to see you dance,
holding on to me,
But can’t find a way to you,
I am sick of the sea.
The wind, the waves,
the salty smell and the pole star,
Reminds me of the truth,
how much we are afar,
The ice that floats in the brine,
brings forth my fear,
The fear of sinking in sea,
and losing you, my dear.
All the gold I may plunder,
can never make me king,
The happiness I feel with you,
gives me everything,
And if I could, I would come,
fighting water deep,
‘Cause you are the medicine I need,
I am sick of this sea.
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Sick of the Sea
Archit Srivastava
Dr Archit Srivastava aka Archwordsmith is a practicing doctor, writer and poet. He has penned over 300+ poems and stories over 26 years from a tender age of 10 years.
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