The Tempest


I say!
Why do you grip so hard, that way?
Of what, is there left to be afraid?
Let the waves elope with your empty remains
They erode your foothold, anyway
They mosh, unaware of their own might
Hypnotizing
Shore-ward swallowing
They storm me, ganging up on me!
What's become of the home that suppored me?
They spit me back after drowning me then slip away dragging their fingers behind them
But you expel the salt, sink down lower than the undertow would being you
You just don't seem to see how returning to them is so far beneath you
But then how come my corpse -- it rises up?
And it is my soul that has sunk?
Hear!
That sound rings out across the land, over the roaring waves, through every grain of sand
Is it of loss and pain or made to seduce me?
Listen!
The oohs and aahs of funeral spectators death admirators as they bathe in ritual memories and fake tears
Life's underrated
Jaded and hatred isolate you so abandon your fears
As they spread my ashes like a bouquet of seeds
Far up, far out to show you what I'm made of
Kill the parasite in every co-dependent brain fallen slave to the pull of the waves
The pull of the waves; the natural decay of all that is made is how redemption is paid
Say Dickinson, who do you blame for your romantic death wish?
And does it remain true that angry winds feel like a lover's breath?
That's why you grip so hard
No!
It's simply condition keeping me locked in!
I could escape if I knew how to swim!
Look feel you're aided
Wind, sun and strangers have come to guide you so the choice is clear
As they spread my ashes like a bouquet of seeds
Far up, far out to show you what I'm made of
Kill the parasite in every co-dependent brain fallen slave to the pull of the waves
Playfully badgering, casually capturing
To escape the surface chaos is to sink -- not to swim
You say to release the stranglehold keeping me safely beneath
But as the sea foam rises up, tickles my lips and sinks insides, doesn't the choice of future paths become a matter of pride?
When I've struggled so hard to excel, why is it so unappealing to survive







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