Breathless and awake, feet dangling just inches above the bottom. Toes scratching for secure ground.
The wind stirs the restless stillness around. Scattering those visions of tomorrow’s hope across a barren, plowed field. Absolution is far beyond the nerves of outstreched fingertips.
The waves quarantine the air that is fighting to break through . The sun flashes off and on as desperation sets in, night seems to onset as a darkness cloaks the skyline.
Was there ever a chance to escape this comforting, rocking tomb . Hope seems like a mirage of temptations that leads to false understanding of just how deep in we really are.