The Calm Before the Storm
My island empty
The horizons are deserted
I drift amongst the sands but never feeling the warmth of it under my feet
I spectate as the waves brush up against the shore but my toes will never meet the cautious frothing of warm water
I try to row to safety but the sea storms are getting more hazardous with every minute that passes
A message in a bottle brings back coffee stained memories of another life but my memories are hazy
I have forgotten
The world I once knew bobs gently away into the sunset
My mind anchors me to the dangerous shingle beach
I have trapped myself hear
Salt burns my through the roof of my mouth as I begin to sink
into through the motions of another day
Is this the so called calm before the next storm
The horizons are deserted
I drift amongst the sands but never feeling the warmth of it under my feet
I spectate as the waves brush up against the shore but my toes will never meet the cautious frothing of warm water
I try to row to safety but the sea storms are getting more hazardous with every minute that passes
A message in a bottle brings back coffee stained memories of another life but my memories are hazy
I have forgotten
The world I once knew bobs gently away into the sunset
My mind anchors me to the dangerous shingle beach
I have trapped myself hear
Salt burns my through the roof of my mouth as I begin to sink
into through the motions of another day
Is this the so called calm before the next storm