As inky blue swirls chase the deep darkness,
she kisses the sand and winks at the stars,
she shimmers and smiles in the silent night,
even as her sorrows grip her heartstrings.
They take the shape of slippery, strips of plastic
They strangle her dreams,
desires,
friends
and all her wide eyes see is pain.
Thin strands of golden oil intermingle with the ink,
its tentacles reach the homes of her comrades,
debris falls down on coral reefs,
fishes wrestle with plastic phalanges,
turtle shells are weighed down by detritus,
all while the boat overhead roams on,
blissfully unaware of the silent cries down
in the deep black sea.
The Sorrow so shapeless,
cruel,
no words can fill the void of the senseless suffering,
as the sea begs for mercy and cries to the Sun,
its rays barely penetrating the pollution,
deep down,
under the Sea.
