The Red Sea
by Amanda Bullington
I dreamed I was in a place so beautiful
That it didn't have a name.
It didn't need one.
It was a long flight away from home,
On the beautiful Red Sea, filled with
Sandy, glowing beaches.
I was finally careless there, a place
Where I didn't speak the language,
Didn't know where I was going,
Didn't have anything burdening me.
On the beautiful sea,
Everything was lifeless except the waves
And everything was lifeless because of the waves
crashing down so hard the people feared
them and stayed quiet
keeping all ideas
And everything was perfect because
There was no noise and no sound and no
Human interaction and the world was finally at peace,
Finally done being tormented and tortured
By the meaningless gibberish
That life produces.
Posted on 04/17/2008
Copyright © 2023 Amanda Bullington
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Erin Eymard on 04/17/08 at 03:43 PM|
Meaningless Gibberish indeed. I can relate to everything you've said in this poem. Sometimes I feel like the only time I am at peace is when it is truly quiet. Like now...well not now as my typing is noisy. Like in five seconds.