The Ocean of Now

The Ocean of Now

A Poem by Adam Crate

Cradled silent babies

Rocking back and forth

Mothers singing melodies

To illuminate their course


Of waters, cold and awful

On a ship out there alone

Just listen to your momma's voice

She will guide you home


Except one is oddly absent

Of a mother's lullaby

The only sound to fill that child

Is a lone and haunting cry


Growing in the darkness

Swallowed by the sea

A victim of his circumstance

And petty destiny


This child causes worry

As he's rocking side to side

The mothers wonder to themselves

How does that kid survive?


Soon other children start to lean

Splashes all around

Millions of future gods

Are quickly sinking down


Their mothers watch in horror

And reject reality

They turn their cheeks and whisper lies

'This can't happen to me'


Their ignorance is prominent

And always pulling down

Instead of diving out to help their kids

They simply wait around


Denial is their habit

While their children become fish

Swimming circles in their lives

The worst way to exist

© 2013 Adam Crate


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Adam Crate
An abstract poem I had tucked away in my notebook.

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Great abstract work.
Love the lines:

"Denial is their habit
While their children become fish
Swimming circles in their lives
The worst way to exist"


Posted 7 Years Ago



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Adam Crate
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I apply my words like an artist applies art to a canvas. I'm currently 22 years old and in the process of exploring the world, one place at a time. You can find more of my writing here: http://theg.. more..

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