Junior Poetry Prize 2

Another fine entry for the recent Junior Poetry Prize comes from Iona Chavasse:

All We Could See for Miles

The large waves bashed against us,

As we rose up,

And dropped down,

Sending cold white spray over us.

All we could see for miles was the sea,

Deep blue, shining. 

Was the shining blue a mask?

A mask that hid its cold dark depths,

A mask that hid its cold stone heart,

A mask that hid the power to swallow us at any second.

Dragging us down, 

Pulling at our arms,

Our legs,

Our souls. 

Pulling the air out of our lungs,

The life out of our bodies,

Love out of our hearts.