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The Tide

The tide is high and I'm holding on But the waters are to my neck I can't feel the bottom And I can't swim but somehow I'm not drowning I'm holding onto something but I'm not sure what I know it isn't my hope because My hope has swam away Not even looking back once My self inflicted wounds burn because of the salt water The current is getting stronger And the steadily rising rip tide isn't doing me justice My advisories are just below me Ready to devour me I don't want to fall prey Was this it? Am I as good as dead? Is this how my life ends? At the hands of my advisories? The storm intensified The waters began to roar The surrounding mountains began to shake The earth began to rumble My advisories began to chant The wind whistled and blew away my faith I let go I am no more "Well done my child, Lisa right?" I awoke

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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