I always feel this way when the wave rushes in
Claiming what is its from the shore
Leaving it barren and
Vulnerable

I always feel this way when the nausea sets in
Crushing against my ribs like a weight making itself comfortable for the night
Crushing me further and further as I beg it to stop
I plead that it stops

Back to the ocean what the wave has claimed lies at the floor
Another wave takes what is left, farther out to sea
The place where the horizon meets the ocean, farther than the eye can tell the difference
So far away that no one cares to look for it anymore  

It is forever lost