Under the bloody sea,
Broken upon the skies,
Lies a heart without a key.
A soul filled with lies.
The eyes are full of grieving.
The mouth scarcely used.
Under the shadow leaving,
The mind always mused.
A virus fills the water,
Unknown to the owner.
The body getting hotter,
No longer a loner.
Under the blue sea,
Filled upon the skies,
A heart with a key,
Given without lies.
Ashley Friedrick
I'm not depressed. This just came to me after reading a poem my mother wrote.
