But I can't
The waves rise so fast
Like the hate and fury of man
Choked, suffocating, no air
My mind races in panic
What is there to hold onto
Is there anything stable
In this sea of doubt
I struggle with the facts
The truth seems like a myth
I find myself sick from the sea
Regurgitating what is expected of me
Unable to hold down any real peace
Afloat in Pandora's box
Shut up inside with all that had once escaped
They always say after the storm it will be...
It will be what ?
Will it be what should be?
I slowly sink and struggle to stay afloat
Just waiting and waiting
Hoping for a tsunami to push me far ashore
©2009 Erica Harrell (Rachelle Reve`)
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