Farewell the follies of
past glances that collected
on the shores of my frail
                             subconscious.
They were luminescent beneath
the tides of my reflection.
But with every wisp that was
guided upon a collection of
clustered misinterpretation gathered.

Metaphors were lost in the deluge
of misinterpreted verses that were
washed away with  linguistically
congested verses.

I wanted the tide of my reflections
to be looked upon.
Looking inward to those who
gazed, but my translation of
simple waves, collected on the
thoughts and were lost in tides
that were lacklustre.

Not reading into the crest of thought.
My words were in a riptide..
pulled out beyond everyone's thoughts