Water
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Water running flowing crashing smashing against the rocks of life.
I slip a knife in between waves and slice anxiety in half
The seaweed laughs at our attempts to be normal.
Now I’m a shipwreck there’s no jewels on board
no captain’s words to make the boat move faster.
The water overflows onto land and submerges it in my deep dark soul.
The brain has no control here you see it’s all about the heart and the blood that makes its way through fractured arteries.
If you enjoyed this, then try some of these watery works from our other writers!
- White Moon – Poetry
- Bobbing on the Ocean – Fiction
- Pebbles Forgotten – Poetry
- Reach the Beach – Fiction
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John McMahon
John McMahon lives in sunny Dumbarton in Scotland with his wife and daughter. He has been published in many magazines, blogs, and anthologies, and also self-published a book on Amazon about two years ago. He finds writing poetry to be therapeutic due to being bipolar, and knows through it that he’s more than just a diagnosis.
