Beneath All Tides

Just another spur of the moment write.

I revel in this sadness,
Each day it drags me down.
I attach the weights to concrete boots,
And wait to slowly drown.

Each day it pushes harder,
And each day I lend a hand.
I slip slowly into the dark,
As if it were all planned.

I was born with a condition,
A need to shun the light.
For in the darkness I was birthed,
And with it I shall fight.

For to go against this evil,
Is batting hands against a wall.
For I have looked into the deepest parts,
And know I am too small.

A tiny piece of stardust,
And a smidgen of a man.
I gather every piece of hope,
I've done all that I can.

But the ebb and flow continues,
The darkness always stays.
No tide is low enough to show,
I rest beneath it all my days.

Reviews

[icelandicblue]

Your meter and rhyme is wonderful. Your poem captures life's journey and struggles when it seems there is no way out of the sorry. The rhyme lends itself to a gentle cadence that makes the character sympathetic. I particularly loved this stanza:

A tiny piece of stardust,
And a smidgen of a man.
I gather every piece of hope,
I've done all that I can.

We arm ourselves with hope and wait for the light. Nice to read you.

[Joshua W. Harris]

Thank you very much for the wonderful review. I am flattered by your kindness, and happy to hear that you found the piece enjoyable as a whole!

[icelandicblue]

I will be sure to read more.