Poem: Tides

Tides by Scott Barnes
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The past is gaining ground,
The memories flooding though,
Wiping away everything inside,
And destroying my mind.

It's a constant struggle,
to keep myself intact,
to keep myself together,
bracing for impact.

The waters of time recede,
The tides of misery subside,
I'm left all alone,
In the wasteland left behind.

The wasteland slowly regrows,
Into a lush and fertile land,
of ideas and thoughts and feelings,
Overgrowing and absorbing me.

The process begins again,
The tides rush in anew,
I slowly remember everything,
I begin to remember you.