Waves
I am getting tired of the tidal waves
That bring me to shore,
Spit me out and drag me in once more.
I am tired of the crest dropping
And the trough getting deeper,
While the pain in life gets steeper.
I am not always under,
But I haven’t learned to surf the top.
Arriving at the trough and wondering
When the pain is going to just stop.
I am tired of the drama that sets the waves into motion
And I wish that the voices in my head would stop their commotion.
The crest of the waves are moments,
But the troughs are drawn out loud and long,
The crest might spit positive emotion
While the tough brings a tearful drowning song.
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