Rising Tide

more of a free verse

skipping stones on the waters glass smooth top

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each bounce starts a never ending circle

starting at the rock moving out

touching the edge of the lake and back to the middle

to meet the next rock

the boy too old to be pained by the pain he is

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each rock is for those whose words will never leave his head 

drowned them, all the thoughts

are his only thoughts

when the tears come they fall free

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the more he releases the better he feels 

until he wakes up 

back in the stones by the glossy smooth lake 

standing he takes his last breaths

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Author's Note

please excuse any spelling errors