Waves,
That's all I feel,
Waves of missing you,
Waves of loneliness,
And waves of guilt.
They come pouring
Over my sea walls
And down into the
Deepest depths of
My town.
They flood every house
In my little Eco-system
And as the flood drains,
It takes with it another
Piece of my sanity.
Some of the waves are
Waves of joy and relief,
But they too drain away,
And just like before, my
Sanity seeps out into the
Ocean.
They were not waves
Before you,
They were ripples,
But then the storm came,
And now the sea is over flowing,
Crashing over my sea walls,
And draining away my sanity.
g.c.g
YOU ARE READING
The blossom of a poet
PoetryWords fall softly like the petals from a blossom tree, drifting slowly onto the paper, creating poetry like the spring, beautiful and light, but just like the seasons, the poetry changes, the autumn comes and the words become heavy, falling quickly...
