I\'ve been waiting for that moment
where inner peace washes over my body and soul.
Tick.
I can almost feel those waves crash over me,
but I still wait for the break of emotion.
Tock.
Instead of the open ocean,
I find myself encased in a cold, hostile room.
Tick.
The walls slowly creep toward me knowing I can\'t fight back.
They laugh at my frozen silence and take over me.
Tock.
My mind is a prisoner with my self esteem as my persecutor.
Tick-tick-tick-
If only I could break the binds,
then my soul should be free of each torturous second
I spend waiting for the ocean.
Tick-tock.