Minds Tides
The trees rustling, sound like the oceans
Coming up to shore and going out
Slowly calming sounds of the motions
Knowing a crab is walking all about
My life is also like the oceans
Constantly seeking approval of life
All we have is our emotions
Screaming into our eyes
As I’m laying here, not by a beach or a crab
But reality is sad, but clear
My back is flat as if on a slab
Restfully and peaceful, but longing to be there
Mind slowly shutting down
Darkness claims my body
My dreams are spotty
But always around.
By: Iva Lou DeSiata
Copyright © Iva DeSiata | Year Posted 2024
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