Abused and bruised.
Confused and used.
You apologize,
I believe.
And you’re so simply excused.

My inside cries,
As the rest of me dies.

I turn to the sky,
Knowing its wise,
Waiting for an answer till sunrise.

I turn to the ocean likewise,
waiting for a hint that lies,
in the way the waves harmonize.

Seamless fields
Fading Into the horizon.
So seemingly mesmerizing

I have so much inside,
But no way to pour it out.