Floating in the sea of unchanging tides, I am not lost because no one has found me. And these words that pour from my heart begin to no longer have meaning, for my mind stays floating in the dark of the constant voices that sting me. Though I ask, "For what am I in the waves of the sea?", and for all that haunt the darkness, they scream at me: "nothing, nothing, nothing."
YOU ARE READING
Every Tear
PoetryStaring at these blank pages my mind is empty, the words won't bleed from my fingertips, for they only know my eyes.
