Reflection

In this poem I wanted the audience to visualize me as being the ocean. I wanted to make it seem like a letter to humanity in which a dear family member or friend is writing to inform us how devastated he or she has become, and how we, as her or his loved one, have seen this individual fall into the hands of disgrace.

Concentrating on the theme man against nature, I employed the use of metaphors, personification, and imagery to convey my stance as the ocean. The text, ''But you think it's just a myth,'' refers to the redundant amount of times people have vocalized in trying to preserve and inoculate the ocean. Majority of people do not believe that if we fail to take care of the ocean, we are destined to preordain. Stanza 3 carries a quote along the lines of, ''And I wish I had visible tears....'' This depicts the group of people who so easily take advantage of the running water that functions around their household. This morality will only allow them to proceed in taking 30-minute showers, leaving the water faucet running while washing dishes, or leaving a plastic bag on the sand at a beach where the water reaches at night and takes everything with it. ''I'm the most important forgotten story..." means how beneficial the ocean and water is for human society, how large its role is in our environment, and the essential prehistoric value it has. ''But who are you?'' This question was used to target the general society as a whole. It was to remind us how inferior we are compared to the ocean. This is used to evoke the fact that nothing gives us the authority to destroy the habitat of the gargantuan number of bodies inside the seas, and how we have changed from once worshiping the ocean to using it as a place to dump our waste.

The stanza, ''so advanced, but so thoughtless. So full, but so sightless. So needy and so destructive, so uneasy and abusive,'' serves to demonstrate the capability humanity has to impede this suffering. We have every possibility regarding technology to shift to greener ways of managing our waste. Nevertheless, we are still having oil spills, substantial amounts of pollution, never-ending radioactive factories, and everyday loitering. We are not looking at our dark future because all we want is more money, more gas, more oil, more plastic, more sales. United, here we stand, blinded with selfishness.

''I've became your own creation...'' pictures the visual interpretation of an ocean with plastic bags and bottles floating around its surface. Humans have caused this. Humans have created this conflict. Humans have built their own elephantine hole of remorse that is unknowingly growing every day. Humans have tied a thick rope of greed and want around their neck, leading them to do the actions that are made as of now. ''I rise with rage out of my cage'' describes the constant rising levels of water as a result of global warming.

In the next two stanzas, I return to bottles and plastic bags floating around ocean's surface. Studies have shown that many marine species die due to these plastic residues because it is often mistaken for food by these organisms – therefore, the line ''These ghosts murder my hosts.''

As an end result, the ocean is in desperate need of our conscience and action. This poem reflects on the harsh actions made by the human race, only resulting to a consistent handful of suffrage for many generations to come.