Sitting above the rocky shoreline
Grass stains seeping into the jeans
Saltwater spraying flushed skin
The beginning of hoarse goodbyes
Uttering the final words
With a hushed slur
Head tilted up to the sky
Seeking the expected peace
To wash over the tattered soul
Instead only the hollow ache remains
Clawing harder against the cage of bone
Determined to escape
The ache
Still persists
Dulling the color of the once vibrant iris
Shortening temper
Rising anger
Some days harder
Bleaker
Than others
Simply breathing has become
A chore fueling the fire to the pit
Deep inside
Igniting the claw marks hidden
Beneath the skin
Leaching color from a worn complexion
Eyes begin to open
And the realization sinks in that
The ache will not dissipate
Simply by floating through each day
It will take an iron will
To learn how to feel alive
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PoésieInside you will find a collection of poems that I hope will help you find some sense of peace. If you like what you read and want more you can follow my Tumblr @pale-rosewritings
