I throw my anchor upon the shore of grief
and let the waves crash into me, one after the other
I cling onto brighter skies and latch onto greater fates,
yet the skin only grows withered.
Even in fleeting rests,
the calm deceives me — steels my goodbyes.
Loss after loss,
I let the winds carry my belated wishes.
My face towards the heavens,
my anchor fouled.
Oct 8, 2025
Oct 8, 2025 at 4:52 PM UTC
I throw my anchor upon the shore of grief
and let the waves crash into me, one after the other
I cling onto brighter skies and latch onto greater fates,
yet the skin only grows withered.
Even in fleeting rests,
the calm deceives me — steels my goodbyes.
Loss after loss,
I let the winds carry my belated wishes.
My face towards the heavens,
my anchor fouled.
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