I wonder if the sea ever feels like crying,
as It keeps trying and trying,
But all the sand does is keep drying.

The light washes the stars to bay,
As your words,
Take my guilt away.

I lay and sway,
Hoping that one day,
It’ll be okay.

Within the raging flames
And restless shame,
I struggle.
just the same.

If I could ask for one thing
It would be a moment.
A time where it was simple.

Not a thought,
Only a feeling.

Not a memory ,
Only the present.

I wish I could stay there.

But it seems In life we are born to die,
And in-between we figure out why.