Waves

August 26, 2010 at 4:18 pm (Titled Poems) (depression, fall down, waves)

It comes in waves
Hitting harder each time
Pulling back for strength
Then charging like soldiers in line

It is never still
It is never calm
It is a live grenade
Sitting on my palm

And though I wish to face it
I know I’ll only drown
For each time that I jump up
I will eventually fall down

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Short but means a lot to me. Forgot to write down the date. Pft.