Again

I slip from the shore,

I can't find energy to care,

The surf is swallowing me,

Drawing me out,

Drawing me away,

Drawing me,

Drawing me,

Drawing,

I have no strength,

To want to fight,

To possess ferocity,

Enough to want,

Anything.

I will slide from this place,

In hushed morning hours,

Before gulls wake,

Before moon sleeps,

Before the world knows,

I was not enough,

Again.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I felt the thoughts and the struggle in the words. The poem made me feel the emptiness of never doing or being enough. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[humbleServant]

I concur with Asante, but I worry about you too,Hang in there! There would be less value in the world, without you!!! (I know, I am a worrywort!!!)

[Asante]

Lord, did this pain me to read. I relate to every last drop of blue and grey in this piece. Especially recently. But, moments like the one you described in your writing, while not as fleeting as good feelings, do break the ground for us to begin again, to build again.

This was beautiful.

[KCthelastboyscout]

Somber.Seems you're attracted to loneliness and depression.stay on shore and find a way to enjoy the view.