Push, Turn, Crash, Pull
The dances of the waves echo
Back and Forth, Rise and Fall
The whispers of the night
Known for destruction
Despised for their roughness
The creases in the sea
Abide in the blanket of darkness
With the stars as their only company
They smoothly roll and loll
Trying to avoid powerful currents
Until they are reminded of their past
Their failures
Their overwhelming emotions
That they just
Cant.
Get.
Out.
Those aren’t whispers anymore,
No. they are roars.
Heartbreaking, Soul wrenching
Shrieks of frustration
They slam into the sand, trying to caress it,
But are turned away again and again and again
They scream, love me, love me, love me
But nothing changes.
They try to escape,
Try, try to fly away
They lift themselves into the sky
And just keep growing and growing and
Shatter.
Break down.
Into nothing but foam.
Another shriek enters the symphony
A gasping, harsh, breathing.
The waves won’t stop. They can’t stop.
They just keep pushing and pounding and pulling and breaking and shhhhhhh….
A dead weight enters the sea
A soul catches flight and flutters away
The water stills, and becomes deathly quiet
The sounds of remorse come out in a low hiss of the water
With one more mark on its algae-covered soul,
The waves hush in a rush of envy
All they want, is to be able to drown themselves.