Self-destructive (The ocean like the brain)

[LiteraryAntiquity]

Self-destructive. (The ocean like the brain)
LiteraryFailurePiece.

Fallen to an infinite, distancing sea
inching my way back to the beach.
I am worthless in waves of white and grey
bobbing, beside bottled letters, in the evening spray.

Standing in your terracotta living room
my mind is as clear as the clean wallpaper.
I am swallowing my way back to the sub-ocean,
You've forced down my throat your wicked potion

Wakened to the noise of bottles uncorked,
I clamber onto a raft that can carry my weight.
I am bobbing above the infinite, distancing sea
and praying to God for a reason to be.

The seasons are shifting and the tide is coming in.
I could not sleep in the forgotten realm,
this place I swam so you can't infiltrate
this love for you, this internal rape.

When the beach meets my skin,
soft pebbles graze my cheek.
I'm a ticking bomb that cannot be timed
and will not seek closure it cannot find.

Still lost to the infinite, distancing sea
inching further, further from the beach.
I am speechless in silence of white and grey
bobbing, with bottled love letters, in the evening spray.