A Sea of Strife

Sadness is a crashing wave

Pulling me into the depths of the sea

Singing its dismal song, urging me to dive deeper

Its forlorn darkness pulling me under until I can’t swim back up

Coming and passing at its own whim

Choking me in the depth of my battered psyche

Lonely, desolate, it drowns me in a sea of self-loathing

And when it crashes upon the shores of my soul, its wrath is unmatched

Happiness is a shallow pool

Not deep enough to swim, just fake and predictable

Its waters are stained with memories and mixed with salt

I grow out of it, not large enough to contain me anymore

If sadness makes me drown

Why do I want more?