Tranquillity - A Poem

Seagulls and serenity cry, flocking forwards to my crown

it’s all the same again and again

the tide draws my thoughts away

again

and

again.

Jewels stone the sand I lie on they are merely fickle and plastic.

Warping words like knives drill my skull,

yet I am still nothing

the cries will drown me till I’m alone once more

all alone.

I feed off others, ingesting their pain trying to diminish mine.

The flapping of wings,,, the switching of minds I litter up the beaches I walk yet I am told that this is fine? That I should still be here but I can see no depth behind your words

just read the message from the bottle you so lazily obtain,

If the answers seek you, why should you seek them? 

There is jest in my silence turning the page,

I sit

I wait

I play the game.

I keep far beyond my existence. My mind traveling as my shell weeps.

Disregarded.

A never ending pattern as the years progress.

Losing the concepts once held so tightly

I sit

I wait

I play the game.

-1xangelxbbyx1