Member Poem

I Painted an Ocean    
          
I painted an ocean
But always forgot the shore
There were no ships
When I took a close look
It was my isolation
Sailing like the sea waves
I stand alone for centuries
To add the people,
In my voyage
Still, singular I stand
Among strangers
When I try to talk,
It becomes silent monologue outward
The reply comes from the resounding inside,
So I like surreal, something sick
So is all my work
If someone makes my portrait
It shall be something sad, sub-standard
But surely scintillating