It pulls at me,
Clinging on so tightly.
Suffocating,
Tugging ever so slightly.

It pulls at me,
Each tug, a little harder.
Absorbing,
Diminishing my interest.

It pulls continually,
Each day, everywhere.
Calling,
Even at the brink of death.

It pulls strongly,
An electromagnet?
Attracting,
I could never be at rest.

It pulls painfully,
Away from the rest.
Hurting,
It’s just hard to… It’s a pest.

It pulls, then,
It lets go.
Falling,
And I’m all alone.

The moon, dips itself in the sea,
Cooling off from the radiant heat.
The sun, like a flame on candle,
On the wax, remains.

The sun wanes, and is extinguished,
The wax, consumes its flame.
The moon climbs to the sky,
Gently lighting up the night.

Stars fall from the sky,
Sly foxes ****** them.
Men make wishes,
Fishes in the sea swim past.
Must the tides drag them in,
Woe, pain and sorrow.
Old men sit, singing,
Bringing their tales of old.
Boat and rope pull at each other,
Farther they try to reach.
Beaches of sand, on which I stand,
Stand till I have to go.