When the waves peaked
the sunlight broke
through their belly,
filling the undertow
with stained glass,
blues, and greens.
At the foot of
something holy,
you felt like a child.
If you still
spoke to a God
you would have
done it then.
Instead, you scribbled
short prose
onto wrinkled
receipt paper,
released them
into the ebb.
You thought,
this sadness,
like the ocean,
belongs to all of us now.

Tight is the mind that lies lonely in its dark cell
Anxious and tense it awaits its release
Angry is the mind that feeds off negative thoughts
Disarray and confusion they do as they please

Do what you have to do
Say what you have to say
Think what you want to think
As long as it pleases those around you

See what you want to see
Like what you wants to like
Feel what you want to feel
As long as it is accepted by those around you

Freedom is a lie, like the smiles on their faces
I promise you, she said, one day we'll go places
Stop caring so often there is'nt much left
**** them all off
Before they take what you have

The right to remain silent
quiet
voiceless
Lies upon the tongues of the defeated

They await what the world will throw at them with fear
pain
hopelessness
and they will suffer again
and as always
in silence

Made to bow to those who reign high and mighty
they tear themselves apart deciding between what they want
and what they are forced to do
frustrated
confused
lost
delving deeper and deeper into the abyss
Ever consuming

They wish that one day
an angel
guardian
saviour
will free them from their bonds
unshackle them
pluck the thorns from their sides

but even then they wonder
if the angel itself
was just another poorly made choice