Troubled Waves

a tired cliff which surrendered itself to those ruthless waves

Waves crashed into me,

The ebbs took away what purity I had,

I became spectator to those wishes,

That got washed away in the sea of struggle,

Now those waves return,

Carrying the ashes of my dreams,

Still I stand there consoling,

There was nothing more I could have done,

I submit myself,

To those waves again,

This time with no intention to restrain,

Or to fight back,

I wish it hits harder,

And sweeps me away with those ashes,

Without them I am just a dead man walking…

Reviews

[Christopher James]

I like the idea of the waves crashing into a person and taking away something - good in itself, but I like even more the waves bringing something back. Water has always been used as the idea of cleansing and washing away sin. But I think its more than that in this poem - the imagery of waves bringing ashes with them is suitably dark but a beautiful image. I like this, good work :)

[Ruth]

Waves are always beautiful when used in a poem about emotion, they carry the emotion further. This is stunning work love!
Ashes, so easily swept away, those waves carrying them can only destroy the remains, not the soul, I adore this :)
xx

[SpokenWord]

Life is much like this but as long as we draw breathe we can have dreams come true. It is all part of the cycle to gain and lose in life but it is about the journey and experiences we have along the way more so than the outcome. Your poem is vivid and full of emotions of loss of dreams and loss of time. Great write.