Tide Came In
- Layman's Lens
- Dec 10, 2024
- 1 min read
Updated: Jan 24
From nowhere waves washed in today
Consumed me, wet rags and disarray
Deluged my spirit, ‘fore was pleasant play
Hanged tones now canvas my dismay.
Dripping, these thoughts in slow motion
Forlorn heart slogs through this ocean
Strive I may refrain to show them
Wet weight bursts, this cup was chosen.
Bemused when I don’t glee consistent
Yet joy’s contrived mired in this instance
Though beaming voice remains persistent
It drowned ‘pon this posture resistant.
Today the billowed gloom abounds
No sense to dry and clean its ground
The sorrow heaps, the blues resound
Can’t solve ’til tide goes out, I’ve found.