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.