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 fillmy 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.

Confusion Anxiety Anger and Pain Despair Hatred Isn't it all the same?

Turmoil Anguish Pity and Revenge SpurnCondemn When is it going to end?

Loneliness Hear ache Must I be disturbed?

Desolate Forlorn Will I always be alone?