Isolation

Snow subdued the prints upon the soft sands
A beach besieged by rhythmic waves, calling and culling balance.
Steady lumbering steps wandering a distant shore.
Dubious eyes looking back across the water
and seeing the first light of day...
I've come to realize, to wade out all this way
only to experience in delay
and sometimes never so.
to swim back
tired arms would break the waves
until tired waves would break me
Inevitability.

I'm stomping my feet
because I want to leave something behind.
but only oil permeates from the holes.
A dark sludge topping them off.
Seeping into the sea.
A pathetic spill of self-worth.
I want to seize it all
and shove it back into the ground
but its drifting and mixing
headed for the opposite shore.

What kind of place is this?
Leather is now skin.
meat, now corpse
victory, now defeat.
space is empty
natural life decays
war is the end of the world.
This charted earth maketh my cage.

Salty water and the brine
and sharp shells
my feet, upon, grind.

Remember when?
I'm longing for then.
my inexperience was paradise
this nostalgia
when I knew less of the mess that was known.
I'm just waiting for a moment that'll last
but time keeps moving as the shadows cast
trudging along
still, aspirin' that I'll be remembered when I’m gone.