Poisoned Tide
I'm locked inside my head,
again, tonight.
There is no key,
I hid it away to protect myself.

Maybe if I don't think too much
or care too deep
my fragile heart will stay safe
inside it's gilded cage.

One I stood at the ocean.
The tide was pain,
eating away at the foundation,
pulling away my little things so dear.
I wanted to save them,
but almost drown in the malstrom.
After I went too deep
I lost the desire to swim.

So expecting the winter chill is easier
than hoping for sun or love.
Winter won't dissapoint.
You can't hear souls cry in the wind.

I'm locked inside my head,
again, tonight.
There is no key,
I hid it away to protect myself.

Maybe there's more than what I've seen,
more than pain, confusion,
and deciet.
But I'm safe, I'm safe...I'm safe?
-srw
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