In the depth of the there are creatures who lurk.
They’re not bass, or cod, or even perch.
They have hearts of stone and glass they break,
From love un-felt, unheard, and awake.
They search in low places looking for dreams,
Unheard of,unseen, not even thought of it seems.
Hope they have none, they’re still looking for dreams,
In a failing lust for only momentary things.
They look for comfort in corners and around turns,
Inside of them a desire to achieve constantly burns.
They’ll look and search until they finally find.
And what they find they leave it behind.
Inside of them a passion for hope manifests.
So they try and they try and they give it their best.
Where do I find them, where could they be?
In a store or a mall, well lets see?
They swim in this ocean lost and lonely,
Hanging around with friends and phonies.
They look for hope in the eyes of truth.
They look for Him hidden inside of you.
About this poem.
Creatures of the Sea by Amber Johnson is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
