the heart's odyssey is like a ship's voyage
during heavy storms, the ship fights to remain virtuous, similarly, the heart struggles to remain collected
— the heavy storms, metaphoric for a lover's tormenting love
the storms are terrible, they are malicious, merciless and a colossal menace
the sea, once a friend, becomes a foe
like a lover, once loved, now deeply agonized
the voyage continues to go across dauntlessly
the heart's odyssey battles to stay intact to go across the sea
corny, like a lover would heave, "I'd cross oceans for you"
yet it is all too alike
no matter the determination, if the opposing force remains its brutality, it will all be sheer wreckage
the ship will be tossed and broken
the heart will be tossed and mutilated
both gasping for air to breathe with the intent to live to see another day
but the sea only commands a final wave of destruction
just like how a lover would send a multitude of
knives
to the heart
until it can no longer bear to endure
all will break
the mighty ship will drown
the surrendered heart will sink into the bottomless pit
of nothing —
but excruciating pain
and endless torture
Written by A
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