Back and forth my thoughts sway and shudder,
Within me I hear the menacing echo of their ebb
And flow, billows breaking onto amorphous rocks
Amassed to build craggy sharp ravines I strive
To climb, they scar me and scorn me I fall
Back in, repeatedly, pulled by a tempestuous force
Unwilling to free me, I feel the power of its strikes
On my skin, on my mind, a mind no longer confined
To my brain, it permeates the entirety of my body
Attempting to escape through my delirious pores, sore,
Doleful and dejected, impuissant and defenceless
Vanquished I let go, my bloody fingers holding on
To a glistening gem severed from its precipice,
A separation I morn, a precipice fading swiftly away,
A dot marking a shore I will never see again, until
Finally towards unfathomable bewildering immensity
And lostness I am hauled, by enlivening waters
Ruthlessly yet gently drowning me in liquid darkness,
For my mind still confined to my sore body to lay
On a deathbed made of sand, in fathomless abysses.