Fill my lungs with roaring tides

I have a tight grip to this railing

But absolutely none to hope

To what am I suppose to cling

When I’ve slid to the end of my rope?

A breeze brushes my eyelids

Reminding me where I stand

The sound of crashing waves to rocks

And deep waters reach for my hand

It would be easy to take this plunge

And never see tomorrow

To fill my lungs with roaring tides

And wash away my sorrows

For now, I step back from the ledge

As my body shakes and sways

Though, I may return to this same spot

Some other dismal day

SWD 06/2017

Update 05/2018

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3 Comments Add yours

  1. Antsafanou says:

    So well penned 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Hey, that’s what a call a poem! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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