Gibberish

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Gibberish 
by Aimee Wahl

I can feel the waves around me, 
Crashing through my head.
Nothing here is real,
Identifiable, just pretend.
I can smell the salt of water, 
That isn’t even there.
I can feel the suffocation,
Of a course that is so rare.
My destiny preludes me,
In the taste of ocean sand.
I open up my eyes to find, 
That I am on dry land.
Despite my revolutions,
In a world of my design.
I am alone in my reflections,
Of the bitterness sublime.
I bequeath to you the knowledge, 
Of the depths of the unreal.
Stay the course and someday this salt water, 
Is what you too may feel.

 

*If you liked this poem, feel free to read some of my other work at https://www.facebook.com/pages/Aimee-Wahl/568542553163551

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