The Ocean Flows Free
The breeze blows
The ocean beneath
my feet, the sand
Sliding through my
fingers, I'm free.
I see the
seagulls, making their
Way towards the sun
and the sky, they're free.
The breeze blows
cool, on my face
Hot tears of loss and
love, fall free.
Insanity
A fantasy
Built from dreams
Deep in their mind
A never-ending reverie
A twist on reality
Forgetful of truth
Or morals
Or why
A fantasy
Vicious and shedding self control
A fantasy
As simple as the definition
Of insanity
Brittany
Zedalis is a 21 year old married poet studying to be an elementary
teacher. She has been published in Dead Snakes, Verse Land, The Camel
Saloon, and Leaves of Ink. She loves poetry and snakes. She has her own
baby ball python named Riddick.
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