Days keep coming back like waves on my feet.
I can save nothing from the foam of the sea.
I’m adrift in an ocean of shipwrecked keels;
and there’s nothing I can salvage from their treasuries.
No part of the sunset that appeals to me.
All of it merges in my memories;
There’s only brown born from all the reds and greens.
Only, I drowned from swimming in the sea.
(A/N: It’s been a while since I wrote poetry that rhymed (many months to be frank) and I was nervous about posting this at all so please tell me if I should try this again!)