The poetry of the ocean

They are everywhere. You know, poems about how vast the ocean is, the endlessness it withholds, how lonely it must be! Why though. What makes the ocean a metaphor for sadness? Is it the salt or is it all the poetry?

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The ocean knows the pain of it all,

The endlessness of the rise and the fall.

Maybe she gets tired enough to reform,

Or raged enough to make up a storm.

The waves keep climbing up the shores,

For out here, she has some unfinished chores.

The wrath of the ocean keeps pulling her back,

But she leaves a part of her on the shore's rack.

The racks are filled with poetry,

Poems of salt and melancholy,

So maybe, just maybe..

The ocean is sad but not for the salt,

All that agony is mere poetry's fault.