By Tyler Ray
Black Water washes on the shores of my mind.
Searching but not finding, forever blind.
Vast empty beaches stretch to the infinite.
Peaceful dreams only belong to the fortunate.
Weeping shadows make their presence known.
Watching me over the years, as I have grown.
Sand covering my feet, keeping me still.
Stealing my compassion, stealing my will.
And what have I done to deserve this?
I have asked for wisdom and traded my bliss.
As we scrape through the pictures of sleep.
Searching for meaning while we weep.
As we only see what he will ordain.
We, his children. Fall insane.