Poetry

Fill my lungs with roaring tides

Posted by shllyn on

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 03/2020

5 Comments Add yours

  1. Antsafanou says:
    04.05.2018 at 09:49

    So well penned 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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  3. sentience1799 says:
    05.05.2018 at 08:55

    Hey, that’s what a call a poem! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Joey says:
    12.03.2020 at 09:39

    Wow… really nice!

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Scrunch Foldington says:
    13.03.2020 at 22:19

    “To fill my lungs with roaring tides

    And wash away my sorrows”

    Goddamn that’s some powerful words there. Beautiful in a haunting way, brought old memories back and tears to my eyes.

    Liked by 1 person

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