Wave After Wave

I observe in silence,

lost among the ruins,

hopelessly flailing,

waiting for satisfaction and redemption

for which no words can be uttered;

I cannot let go,

I have tried,

I cannot let go;

grasping without hope,

pleading without mercy,

holding you in this illusion,

afraid of tomorrow,

telling you all the things I cannot say,

wishing I could turn back time,

wishing I had never hurt you,

wishing I had given you a better life,

wishing I could make you happy,

wishing this life could go on forever;

but they come,

wave after wave,

crashing in,

pounding the beach,

wiping it clean,

every wave a new beginning,

every wave a final goodbye,

every wave another generation.
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