Ocean

Written for "Imagery" competition
 
 
My ocean is an internal place,  
full of the most unforgiving seas,
frantically reaching to grasp a lifeline  
though there is no one here but me.  
 
The sharks are swimming ever so close,  
and I have expelled to them my crimson fluid  
in the form of my private, primal prose,  
and the end has become so lucid.  
 
I'm swimming constantly, desperately seeking a shore,  
but my body is wrecked from the fight.  
With every stroke I cling to hope,  
though there is nothing but ocean in sight.