Amongst the tide

There are moments within these tides, that shake in their wake, to feel something, under circumstance and ruthless torment, we still see, the beginnings in this, the focused outlook. In life, we give, in death we are rid of the pain, but some still remains, the joy of what it is to see outrides the careless truth of what it is to be in pain, we will not regain. An outlook on life, the tide has spoken, the leaves are brown, under the way there is more to this, there is more to the ruin of our sacred lives, amongst the tide.

Reviews

[Chris]

I liked the feelings within this one left behind.