tide
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Life ebbs and flows like the tide;
It comes in and it goes back out.
Sometimes you can see the rocks
And all the creatures beneath the surface.
But other times,
Time passes us by the tide sweeps the sand aside one grain lost in the sands of time just a passing memory in people's minds what we are....lost in where we are.
Overlooking the ripples from a pier far above,
I hear a distant roar of the waves that I love.
The sound hits my ears like a baseball hits the glove.
It feels like I'm drowning in an endless sea of sadness
The pain sears right through my lungs
As the air leaves my body
I feel the darkness come for me
The night’s young but the tide is high
The black skies that petrify
Lying on the shore I let the tide engulf me
The ice cold embrace of the water drags me down
Sinking like a stone I submit to the water’s grip
I watch her shimmer and dance from the shoreline
While the sunset adorns her in gold
she’s calling so sweetly, my Aquamarine
For our friendship is many years old
