I am the Ocean
By Stella C
Published 16 July 2024
The crystal waves rippling on the sand slowly paint a picture
Smells of waves of salt
Sounds like a silent whisper
Cold waves hitting my ankles
She is trying to talk to me
I am slowly drowning in plastic
I am sorry for all of the rubbish, I say
Sadly, it won't go away
As the midnight sky slowly appears,
I realise it is time to say goodbye
The crystal waves rippling on the sand slowly paint a picture