The tides
They begin to
slowly
pull
me
in
I can feel
The teeth
Burying into
My feet
They
Drag me
It envelopes me
In their
Musty
Greenish blue
Haze
I'm blind
But I can see
Better then
Before
I can see
Myself
And I can see
Peace
For the haze
Can only
Last so
Long
The tides
They begin to
Slowly
Push
Me
Out
I want
Back in
But also
Need
To get out
Another tide
Shall pull me in
Later
But I have
Survived
This one
And will bash through
The rest
YOU ARE READING
Short stories and poems
KurzgeschichtenA collection of short stories and poems by me. Mainly using surrealism or just random ideas. Many are dedicated to people I have come to care about
