Hidden

i am an ocean, 

restless waves

thanatotic depth.

at night,

when the moonlight

hugs my waters,

it unravels the hidden secrets,

the wrecked battleships

within me.

they carry history that i witnessed

but never knew the whole story.

i was part of the plot 

but never part of the war; 

i was left with the remains of battle,

the scars of countless tales.

i am a shelter for death,

but the photographs only tell

the beauty of my surface.

—combustingcolours