nothing to find

loneliness—had enough

emptiness felt as the water gets rough

too hard at times sitting near

somehow wishing to be seen here

and how much to say

never enough time in the day

thinking misery for so long

and weakness becoming so strong

taking a mind off of this

seeing what may have been missed

waiting too damn long

and then they just come along

how did they know not like the rest

how did they know they would pass the test

learning more of the things unknown

learning more picking up the thrown stone

hopefully not settling for less

in the past created quite the mess

out of a mind

nothing to find

won’t rewind

won’t even think to look behind

won’t rise now tired from the strain

until the clouds won’t cry again crying all this rain

until the moon dances away below the ground

until the waves can’t crash and no one hears a sound

until the heat won’t burn up in that cooler place

until looking into the box—see the mortal face. . .