CRASHING WAVES

 

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Crashing Waves

 

CRASHING WAVES

Waves crashing to shore.

I want more and more.

The mist in my face

Keeps me in this place.

The tides dare to peak,

Lulling me to sleep.

This is my spot for now.

Waves, I refuse to bow.

I stand strong on the rocks,

Time passes on the clocks.

Deserted house I might be,

But I stand alone and free.

SPLIT SECOND DECISION




You’re driving down the road at a high speed,
listening to the squeal of your tires in protest.
Your tires are nearing the edge,
a steep drop to sharp rocks.
Is this what you want?
Is the adrenaline rush worth it?
You have a split second
to make the right decision.
What choice will you make?


COME TO ME

COME TO ME

The ocean shimmers.

Shades of blues and greens.

Soft ripples.

Lapping waves.

Reflecting the sun’s core.

Glistening.

But here she comes.

The ship to shore.

Too close to the rocks.

Stay clear of the sharp points.

Stay clear of the strong currents.

Come to me.

Come to me safely.

I WILL SURVIVE

Water all around me.

On all sides.

Ice cold water.

Like a hand from below,

pulling me deeper.

Deep into the unknown.

Must hold on.

Hold on to life.

Waves pushing me away.

Away from the shore.

Away from life.

I will swim.

I will tread water.

I will keep my head

above the water.

I will survive.