Crashing waves;
My getaway raves;
Deep blue sea;
Green seaweed looks like a tree!
My world of underground,
Holding treasures around.
As I walk on the sand,
Feeling to escape, but I stand.
Pulling at my legs, the wave.
Wants to play, but I am not brave.
In my thoughts the tides roll,
As I stand with my soul.
The currents shift,
To the bottom, me, they lift,
To a dark pool of hope.
I don’t see tomorrow, I am on a rope!! …
Ellie