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The Tide
The water is cold as it swallows my legs.
A world beneath and the air above.
Who knows where it came from, but where will it go?
Recycled by nature, molecules drive me insane.
I don't want to think about them...it's too much.
They crash into me and it is unavoidable.
I am overrun.
The wet sticks and becomes part of you.
I'm not sure if it absorbed or just transferred...
The tide evens things out...
A place where it is both wet and dry.
Human ghosts wander in constant disappearance.
Existence is a metaphor which is never really defined.
Halfway in and halfway out...
Inappropriate emotions shred what is sacred.
The circle of life is more like a Ferris wheel...
I can't get off...I am dizzy...this isn't a normal ride.
The illusion of control is a half-truth...
Force-fed life...what is choice?
Even the tide isn't free...
Objects manipulating the other...
We dance with puppet strings as does the tide.
I'm equivalent to a cog...
I guess it's best to just fit in.
Like footprints in the sand...
The ocean whispers as it roars...
The answer betrays my soul...
For now...I am lost in the tide.
© Samuel Petersen
#Poetry #poem #Writing
A world beneath and the air above.
Who knows where it came from, but where will it go?
Recycled by nature, molecules drive me insane.
I don't want to think about them...it's too much.
They crash into me and it is unavoidable.
I am overrun.
The wet sticks and becomes part of you.
I'm not sure if it absorbed or just transferred...
The tide evens things out...
A place where it is both wet and dry.
Human ghosts wander in constant disappearance.
Existence is a metaphor which is never really defined.
Halfway in and halfway out...
Inappropriate emotions shred what is sacred.
The circle of life is more like a Ferris wheel...
I can't get off...I am dizzy...this isn't a normal ride.
The illusion of control is a half-truth...
Force-fed life...what is choice?
Even the tide isn't free...
Objects manipulating the other...
We dance with puppet strings as does the tide.
I'm equivalent to a cog...
I guess it's best to just fit in.
Like footprints in the sand...
The ocean whispers as it roars...
The answer betrays my soul...
For now...I am lost in the tide.
© Samuel Petersen
#Poetry #poem #Writing
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