Wash the Tide
by Omi Salavea
Insecurity and Fear override
the sane thoughts that weigh the tide
of rising hurt and pain
waves rushed from the past
eat the shores of present time
the banks of a good future await the storm.
You hate yourself, you don't know why
Sinking Drowning feeling brings
love to a crushing drowning cold white hand
You're a pretty girl, you don't know why
you let this madness wane your thoughts
your beauty thin,
Why destruction of a storm eats away
at the serenity of a dream whose shores you have not reached.
Why would you let the thunder of your own thoughts destroy your life.
Posted on 01/31/2005
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