the witch hunt*
you say
there are plenty
plenty for you and me
but i look around
and all i do
is come up empty
you say
there are plenty
plenty of them in the sea
but i gulp down
and all i end up
is thirsty
you say
there are plenty
plenty more fish in the sea
but i bite down
and all i feel
is hungry
you say
there is nothing
nothing left
to worry
and you're right
cos i look down
and all there is
is water at my feet
* This image is a digital map of ocean traffic, mined from 18th- and 19th-century ship's logs.
Wow, it's been a long time since I've written (and published) anything on this blog (over 4 years, not including "the morning moon"). I keep on saying this, but hopefully this is the start of another wind of creative writing. I think part of my recent struggle is that I don't want to write anything too depressing. And yet, my most creative juices seem to come out when I contemplate utterly morose ideas (like an ocean vacuous of life). I suppose I should just embrace how I'm wired. And just let it out. Honestly, it's probably better than keeping it in. :|
