The tide rolls nearer to my toes and rolls away
My patience rolls away
I walk away unmade
Facing a wall that never speaks
The crumbs of brick scrape my forehead
The tide licks my heals
The Ocean howling while the moon grows bored
Waiting is wrath, turned backwards
The Ocean invades sand
Mud swallows the time I have to reason
To talk my way out of tomorrow
Moonlight dances on the water
demanding me to come closer, to sleep over
The tide grips my ankles, too prideful to look down
A calming cool while the Ocean licks her teeth
Too tired to scale the wall, too prideful too swim
Maybe Ill walk to the moon
Maybe Ill scale the floor  
I have no patience, but I'm willing to hold my breath
I have my pride, but I'm willing to breathe water
I look to the clouds as I feel the ocean accept my knees
I'll face a wall but I won't look to the sea
Maybe I'll close my eyes and turn around
Dive below the waves, keep my head down
travel like seaweed
I won't last long
Wrath is waiting, turned backwards