The Tides Are Rising

My heart is heavy from the waiting. Lonely from sitting in silence with nothing but my own inadequacies to balm the wounds time festers. Patiently abiding the time of recognition when fate bows down and bestows a grace sacrificing these tribulations for the mercy of love, I wait for the coming of salvation the benediction of true loves embrace. The tides are rising- and the binding on my soul is strong am I to die a martyr? With imminent despair I implore come home and untie me...