Soulful Sea Dark Poetry

Time pours fluidly from the clock,
it flies out the window
hovers over my face
mocking, nourishing the
frantic fleeting moments
anxiety, pain, half witted smiles,
but somehow I find it grants
to me a few minutes of 
soulful sea dark poetry, 
sometimes it plays the sound
of crashing waves, along
desolate oceans and bleak 
airy days, where I sit by

myself and laugh freely
under the shade of those who stay
and don't ever want to leave, 
everything is unraveling
seconds and hours urging to
take control and fight,
but as for me I sit in front 
of the bleak airy soulful sea
with my dark dark poetry,
and enjoy the grayness of
the sun's muffled light.