will i have to go through?
the oceans
seem so peaceful and quite;
you never quite see a riot,
but in the blues of my heart -
the depths of my wounded art -
is a battle between two sides;
see, my melancholia hides
my happiness in a box
of unworn sunday socks
on a saturday.
Luka.
Nice poem!
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