Like a tide of hopelessness which waxes and wanes with the magnetism of life
Black and grey waves of frustration and despair churn in a sea
Pounding this island with their frothy crests of defeat
The rip tides of vexation laying bare the weathered cliffs of the heart
How much longer will this cycle continue?
How much longer will the sun hide and the mist take over?
Fair weather, show your face, show your beacon of optimism
Your absence has turned this perfectly imperfect paradise
this place of serene solitude and contentment
this place of loveliness and confidence
these soft bright shores stripped
To naked lifeless slopes, suspended in deep murky cold waters
This conquest by the sea.
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Ms. Defined (Pseudonym) (
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How much longer will this cycle continue you ask. For as long as you keep letting it. Rip tides of vexation.
good way to describe it. I've always felt that the ocean waves are mysterious.
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