Into The Blue

Into The Blue

We’ve awoken
Our lives now are broken
And from that chaos we remain
Forever lost
The ‘human cost’

Into the sea
There is no ‘me’
No job
No kids
No family

Money gone
Passports shorn
Hands
Heads
Clothing
Torn

Into the blue
Our time remembered
Baggage sunk
Limbs dismembered

We won’t accept
And yet we must
That what we were
Has turned to dust

Still

The light is clear
We ride the storm
Freed from here
Spirits born

Alice F Wickham

Modest megalomaniac, and chief bottle washer of New London Writers;thinker, dreamer, and milk chocolate eater. Co-creator of a brave new world where poetry comes before profit, and you always get a seat on the train.

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