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I thought it was an island, but it was a rock

I believed in the sun, but it didn't come that morning

Praying for a lift in the breeze, I did hold my breath. 

I thought one day I'd run away, but instead stayed; caught in the onslaught 

I resided in the sandman's rib cage, which I called home.

The vast ocean was too formidable 

And that lift never really came, anyway.

So in the sandman's rib cage, I stayed.

Reviews

[Wórdsmíth]

I think there's no need to change it all. It's quite nice write, yeah if you write more about it you can write, i won't stop..lol even i wann read more after it.
well, that's a nice piece, liked your poem

[Katarina]

I may change it up a bit in the future