Mystic Waters of the Mediterranean

Fever burns through my soul
Like a whirl wind pulling trees up from their roots.
I pay homage to my Creator whenever I am lost at sea,
Who warms the mystic waters of  the Mediterranean.
You are my jungle where savage beasts roam
And tear at the flesh of some innocent victim.
For I have fallen prey to the iridescent light
That flows through my shivering veins,
Like milk that flows through a straw
When it is sucked up by man for consumption.
But timely deaths are no illusion,
When the victor is none other but man himself
Upon taking down his own demise
And sheltering baby kittens on a roaring winter day.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[TL Boehm]

I am reminded of that struggle within ourselves of light and dark, of selflessness and selfishness as I read this.

[Just Cat]

I like the style of this poem, but tbh I'm not sure what it's about, sorry.
:S

[Randolf Ramos]

Great good deeds is truly amazing! I like how you stretched your hand in every soul that needs your help. You found strength in God.


When the victor is none other but man himself --- This is my favorite line
The main idea of the poem! we have to beat the demonic possession within us to fully see what the author wants us to feel!

THanks for the insight! Lessons learned and delivered well
Keep it up!
I got to learn a lot from you!