The Ocean Bed

Barren desert

He said he was,

A mirage of love.

Now that I think

What am I, then

I get an answer

The Ocean Bed.

Colourful life,

All around me.

Beautiful fishes and trees

Sometimes an adventurer,

A marine predator,

That's what I see.

See I do, and nothing else

Passive spectator

I can be called.

No role to play

I do have

Except to watch them all.

No rays of light

Ever reach me

Forever dark am I

That's why perhaps

I am so sad

Anyone would, if his

Very existence looks bad.

Surrounded by the beauties of nature

I know many

For whom I'm a necessity

But not a companion

Nor a friend

Can I ever be.

What a miserable thing I am

The Ocean Bed indeed.

No one to reach me

But sunken ships

No use am I

But to house the dead

And be cursed for it.

I'd rather be a desert

Out in the light

Than be in the dark, dark waters.

Water can bring

Desert's spring

But who can bring me salvation?

No, I'm not happy

As many do think

I am a depressed soul...

Lonely and morbid,

With no one to love,

Not even the Devil foul!