breaking against the surf
wearing me down
whichever way – letting the waves ebb and
flow away, mostly leaving, never returning
or drowning in the selfishness of wanting love.
either ways the sea spray stings
as it courses down flesh ridges
and the least i can do for others
is not dragging them down with me
meanwhile the emptiness caves in
i think i’ve found the heart of the darkness:
i might know the answers but i don’t wish them to be true.