Tide
Alex DeFlavia
Psychically, I feel bonded with the sea.
Hot ocean swells resonate within the air, wisping my troubles into the mirages of its deep abyss.
I still feel the dull ache,
The pain of deceit,
though,
I submerge it beneath the seafoam until it drowns;
Until my mind can be quenched by a numbing peace once more.
And with it, I disappear under the passing tide.