The Tide
A yawning, mawing emptiness that lies inside her without rest That pulls away at every thread, that leaves her sick and full of dread. With every step she takes in life, through love and loss, through pain and strife, she yearns to fill the void inside, to plant herself before the tide. The man she sleeps beside in bed with charming words and roses red. Though patient much, he cannot win. He cannot touch the depth within. The boy and girl, her love runs deep and yet they fail to see her weep. They fail to see the beating drum that beats inside their loving mum. And though the hugs and kisses leave a feel of warmth, a small reprieve, the tide is never far away for happy feelings never stay. The friend will always save her seat to laugh and rant each time they meet. The darkness then is kept at bay, the tide receding for a day. But as her confidence will dip, her lovely smile leaves her lip. The hollow feeling makes …