While Time's endless tides ebb & flow, Sometimes still,
I'm dragged into the depths of memory, like rogue waves battering me with a crashing, inescapable swell.
Each crest and trough a reminder of lost sentiment, leaving me aching with longing for what might have been, like burning in the lungs, unable to breathe, too deep to break the surface.
Drowning in the undertow of regret, tossed and drifting, a cast away of the past
CM_Valyn · Thu Aug 29, 2024 @ 10:37pm · 0 Comments |