Writing the same stuff
over and over.
quiet
yet no surrender.
storm comes
yet sweet tide roles in.
breath from my lungs
runs oh so thin.
can't breath
with or without you around.
ship wrecked,
heart strings pushed into the
ground.
sinking,
pirates aboard.
crying out,
"Save me O Lord!".
clouds rise
tides high once more,
ready and awareness,
living no more.
