My Ocean Inside

A storm rages inside, though it's calm outside the Pane. Stains upon the wallpaper, Dust inside the brain. Trying to hold back the tide with foolish jokes And sighs. But the salty foam breaks the dams for days Under weeping skies. We are looking for dry land, Building ships to sail, but get stuck on a Sandbank like a school of frightened whales to no Avail. My ocean inside is raging Wild. The cliffs are crashing in my mind. Searching for a dock. The water washes faces and passwords away, Leaving me on the shore of familiar pain today To the cries of seagulls on the rock. The illusion of the knee-deep sea turned to foam On the beach. The routine dragged us down to the swamp, Far out of reach. Gray mud Over our grand plans and dreams. Paper boats sinking in deadlines And domestic schemes. But your palm is my only lifeline and rope, Keeping me from sinking to the bottom without hope. When the tides roar and scream Around. My ocean inside is raging Wild. The cliffs are crashing in my mind. Searching for a dock. The water washes faces and passwords away, Leaving me on the shore of familiar pain today To the cries of seagulls on the rock.