Dark
There are times when I cannot see the futureEven though it is how I stay afloatWhen the waves are too high and skies too darkI feel like I’m going to dieThere is no more blue to reflect upon the oceanFor the appearance of Bahaman shallows Just dark choppy water barreling straight towards my tumultuous heartI wish I was a meteorologist or a skilled sailorThe deep blue should not be traversed alo...