the tide is coming in
senseless and nothingness
grips me, catches me
the tide is coming in
your touch diverts me from my belittlement
why are you here, you won't save me
my mind is engulfing, and you just watch
but the tide is coming in
the little whispers that the wave gives
mocking, childlike, the rage builds
O light, why won't you take me away?
the tide is near and my heart flutters
O mind stop racing, O heart stop beating
becoming one with the wave
become nothingness
let it take you
YOU ARE READING
the lonely club
Poetrysometimes i can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives i'm not living
