The beach

di Secessionista

The sea is here before. In front of my solitude.
I pulled behind all the wounds of life.
Now, I wait for the wave come and take them away.
The silence, which elsewhere is all too easy
cannot overpower the relentless tide.
This is my comfort.
Not healing, it will only come with death,
Nor love, that will be when he wishes and
will go away without saying goodbye.