Tyranny -A Poem



Standing in the middle of the ocean,

the waves causing a commotion.

Not a single soul in the sight,

you’re afraid the voices might be right.

Tides ripple at your feet,

a drowning fall, it could be.

The breath of sharks against your skin,

daring to watch your mind spin.

Exposed to the open world,

you wish you were a little girl.

Freezing water slams against you,

ice to your flesh, it’s a breakthrough.