Poetry Movie: The Ocean Seeks My Sorrow As Its Water

My eyes weighed with grieve;
like a sinking stone in water,
I sat down to weep by the river.

What would be of those tears
once downstream in the ocean?
Will the heart feel cleansed?

I saw the ocean swelling upriver
cutting through the belly of trash
wishing it were the mountain snow.

Downriver the fish gasped for help—
their only home now a pit for plastic.
Would I still cry or scream for them?

At the borderline of land and water
a heart-breaking reality came to surface
the ocean seeks my sorrow as its water.

First published by Literary Titan

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