The Embers Of Remission

• Joe Power, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2008

The Ocean's Beauty
No Longer Moves My Heart
It's bleak and empty
As we drift further apart
Our storm-charged vessels
Pushed forwards by the waves of hate
Our destiny? That's in the hands of fate

Searchlights skip right past me
Tossed in the fury of this storm
Predators beneath the surface
Waiting; they're debating
Waiting for you to tire
Forget that which you admire
Growing weary now?
My lungs are filling with your apathy.
Please, just let me breathe.

The Ocean's Beauty
No Longer Moves My Heart
It's bleak and empty
As we drift further apart
Our storm-charged vessels
Pushed forwards by the waves of hate
Our destiny? That's in the hands of fate
Please, just let me breathe.