Oceanic Journey
I wander hopelessly
Like a ship adrift on the sea.
My mind is locked
In a treasure box
Somewhere on an unexisting island.

Where is the key?
At the bottom of the ocean,
Swallowed by a metallic-gray
SHARK
Whose cold-blooded skin
Is ripped open by men.

My brain tissue is burned
By the salt water;
A goldfish lingers
In the tunnels of my cervical ruins,
Lost in the poisoned waters of my mind.

Am I the shark?
Dangerous, deadly, dead,
With eyes full of scorn
And a heart made of stone.
 
Find me a shore
Where I can crawl
On the hot burning sand
And fall to pieces
In the peace of a newly-found paradise.



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