Tidal Wave

First new spontaneous writing in awhile.

So we meet again, the muse and I; take a beer, have a seat
Don't let these rush of ideas swim for land
Let them roll out to a vastness of sea
Tidal waves try to push them into the dark void
Years of clutter, untruths and noise
Connective tissues resurfacing to join up
With the rest of me, before the heaviness of life
Gets the best of me

So much therapy, too little reasoning
Plastic kind of relationships

From one person to the next
Never having any connection

These rush of ideas swimming out to sea

I try to hold on to them
But as time drifts by they scatter out
No more refuge within the soul
A tidal wave comes crashing against the psyche
Tells it what it finally could never
Acknowledge

A teardrop
Like so many other
Teardrops
In a vastness of sea

Reviews

[Calamity]

Very good writing.
Sincerity and authenticity are hard to come by.

[Todd D. Harris, Jr.]

Thank you!

[Samuel Dickens]

Being retired Navy, also, you've said things here in a language that's especially meaningful to me. Very nice writing.

[Todd D. Harris, Jr.]

Thanks Brother! Just retired in June. Trying to adapt to life after the Navy.. Writing is therapeutic.

[Brittany Zedalis]

╰☆╮Nice job here. I like everything about this piece. Also, welcome to the Cafe.╰☆╮

[Todd D. Harris, Jr.]

Thanks Brittany! It was spur of the moment, like most of what i write. First thing I've written in awhile actually. Look forward to reading some of yours..