Face the Waves

No tomorrows left in shadowI lack the discipline to face the waves
And drown inside of them
My nature is to spin like a grain of sand
Whenever a tide comes inThe certainties have shifted
Words deleted, incompleted
The hissing drift of wintering
Scalded scar of his words leaves a stainNo tomorrows left in shadowLike beggars, we would meet again
In the months to come and the years
Exchanging consciousness
Exchanging reason and tearsReleased from all the pain
Only a bittersweet savor remains
And the barest have to glow
A trace of that state of floating peaceNo tomorrows left in shadow