Pain, a kin to the tide,

ebbs and flows.

Never still, never the same.

Pulsing with seasons,

following the phases of the moon.

It erodes, it drowns, it smothers the troubled.

No beach is ever left unmarked.


And I,

Will wade into its depths.

Will let the tide carry me to deep waters.

Down in the darkness,

lies oblivion at last.

grayscale concrete stones on sand

Photo by Pille Kirsi on