The Tide
It is upon this moment,
That I will turn the page,
Forge my own meaning,
Gripping the next stage,
For the waves; ever so fierce tonight,
Patterned blows to our sweet fragility,
A melee of incomparable height,
Throwing us into virility,
You usher in a day already passed,
My screams are left a tainted unease,
Storms gather to tear our mast,
All that is left: a pathetic 'Please?',
Winding down this helix of obscurity,
An Ocean filled with questions remain,
Nothing will repel it's ferocity,
The tears, the scars: Were we insane?
Copyright © U.A. Mir | Year Posted 2010
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