Seascape

[torturedpoet]

And so it goes,
The sands of time.
We do our best to walk the line,
But emotions pull strong,
Like the tides of the ocean,
And our ships sail fine,
When our seas are in fantasy.
But with each trip back to reality,
You see it as an enemy,
Blasting truth bombs at your ship with brutality.
And it hits like a ton of bricks,
You think you must be drowning,
And you find yourself floundering.
But wait, you see,
You forgot to breathe.
And those of us that see
That drowning isn't dying,
Know you just have to become a submarine.
Coat your heart in gunmetal grey,
Become a predator,
Stop running away.
Seek and destroy,
Let sonar guide your way.
And someday when it's safe,
Open up the hull,
And let the water carry your weight.
Stay down long enough,
And you'll stop feeling trapped,
Because the environment has made you adapt.
Breathing under water is suddenly a snap,
And any trouble coming,
Doesn't stand a chance to attack.
Or you can stay on the surface,
Always floating away,
With gossamer sails,
So easily frayed.
And seas of emotions,
So easily misread.
You'll find yourself
Blind, deaf, and dumb,
To the beasts that dwell,
In the deepest, darkest places,
Inside of your head.