poem
losing
all I can see.
nothing remains.
dripping slowly away
the tides recede
and I stand
alone.
I look down from the precipice
that is my life
and wonder where the tides go.
will they return to fill
my gaping soul?
or will the waters dry
to flow no more
and leave me standing
and breathless?
all I can do is
wait.
watching from my precipice,
all I can do is wonder.
© Jade X. Phatonis
