All at sea

A penny for your thoughts?
My mind shudders, contorts
Happy times distort
Never free, no inner sanctity
I'll want more for mine.

Something for your troubles?
Temper flared, blood bubbles
Tranquil to rubble,
All to ruin, what are you doing?
Yes, a large gin at lavish expense.

Het up and all at sea?
Mental turmoil, sheer apathy.
Because woe is me
Anchored down, a chronic drown
Sinking without trace.

Maybe a little wax poetic?
Undoubtedly, how pathetic
I'm not sick.
As the cracks appear, do not endear
As I'll keep it to myself.

Reviews

[Sadashivan Nair]

This poetry create wave as in sea and words have depth as ocean. Thanks....