Taken

My dad used to tell me, the ocean may take a lot
but never keeps anything for itself
returns everything it takes

He said, and I believed
like a lot of other things
he said, and I just happened to believe

Saw all the shells and rock
at my feet, and wondered
Where were they taken from?

I live inside an ocean today
gushing enormous depth around me
everyday, something gets taken

I cry, I scream
none of that comes back
leaving me alone, except for cold licks

Dad wasn’t probably fully right, no one truly is
but he saw things come back
just not where exactly they were taken

We cry, we scream
just because
we don’t where to look for

All of us live in an ocean
hopes we give up
will eventually come back

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#NaPoWriMo Day 30 :  Write a poem about something that returns.

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