To My Friends Lost At Sea

An ocean of emotion like debris in the surf, My heart is what's left shipwrecked on the turf. Shells of solid sadness, clear and sheer, side by side. Behind my insanity, the vanity causes me to cry. In spite of contrite, I did do you so wrong. But friends, reprieve deciet subdued so long. Sorrow and remorse you also feel inside. But much greater is the misery I vastly reside. Hide abuse, aside excuse, so many regrets and mess, Serving a ration of compassion hosted by my distress. Diction cannot douse, nor purify by plea. No wrong have my friends ever done to me. I aspire to fret in full regret, no matter the low, To prove to you, my love to show, I implore you to know. Watch me plummet from my own personal hell. Rip me from your friendship spell. But all the follies I submit, Exceed in numbers to commit. Comb every strand of sand or land, if lost. Scour towers not within power, for worthy the cost, Deliver you from the arms of harm, who dare alarm, If enemy then mine, surrender offender by forced disarm. But unaware of villain share, heartless hands accused are mine, Banished by benevolence, the condemned, I’m the crime! Withdrawal I endure from head to toe flows to finger. Although crucial the course, the wreath of grief lingers. Invented intentions conceived with cradled care. Yet in these lives, care I did not share. Scorn me friends, teach me my lesson. Send me to the spot light of depression. Impressions left I'm powerless to undo. Even still, my friends, I always loved you. I can ramble on for lingering hours, Wallowing over mournful showers. Just, I can't bear to continue anymore. After washing my mind upon the shore. Only time will unfold my fate. I'm just changing for my own sake.