Wading into the ocean tired and numb waiting for the tide to come and pull me under , drag me away and never endure another pain soaked day . Slip down to the crushing depths where this hate filled man may find some rest .
As the sunlight starts to fade all my failures bare are layed , every love , every loss , every betrayal and double cross .
In drowning warmth I’m now engulfed , like Odin swallowed by fenrir the mighty wolf , but it is no noble godly death for me , just a defeated coward who’s end I seek .
As my body now lies upon seaweed bed the deep-sea creatures are nourished and fed , strip my flesh and bleach the bones on unending currents my soul drifts silent , alone.
Reflections, revelations poetry and writings. 
Haunting in its beauty, I identify with this piece Andy.
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Thank you , my life filled with regrets the words a sword to fight the low moods I have been feeling lately .
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I find that writing and other art help me incredibly as well… along with getting out in the peace of nature.
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Generally I combat the funks by plugging in my guitar and playing Metallica songs really loud , but in this case getting the negativity out of my head was the way to go , it took me a while to find the words that worked .
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I’m so glad you did.
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Writing is cathartic. That’s the reason I can never give up my pen.
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I couldn’t either
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