My throne upon wet stones.
Waves crashing making me get lost.
Howls of violence outside stop me dead in almost silence.
No one would follow me to where I could go.
Time, I banished.
Seconds…minutes…hours, the same to me.
Still, it fought back with the tides.
Afraid the ocean will swallow.
Strangle and take.
I struggle to leave, for this is the real I’ve felt til now.
Even if death is where I’ll be alive.