Still the Sea by Eliza Bratt (Senior)

Author: Eliza Bratt



Floating on a sea of empty feeling

Broken words,

Falsified promises,

It’s hard to hold this

An arabesque of confidence

And keep aboard my boat of utter apathy


This quantum entanglement is of dread and destiny

As idiosyncrasy plagues and weighs upon my soul

I stare, the world a moving set of contradictions

Ephemerality is longitivtiy

And simplicity complex


And I wish for a world

Where nothing moved

Except the human heart within the breast

And all is one

The sea stops it’s waving

My boat is still

And my arabesque