THE TIDE The crimson tide of swelling emotion. Love long lost from this massive implosion. My heart and my mind no longer one in this battered life, I hide. Sometimes I wonder if it would have been better if I simply died. I cannot see who it is I am meant to be. Am I me or am I my worst enemy?. Life does not seem to pick-me-up but always tremple me down. Dragging my hopes and dreams along the soiled ground. Self made delusions just weighs me down, into a pool of self denail in which I drown. Confused I stay in my veil of solitude, I stay to dream of the day I die. My heart no longer broken and my soul flying high. Maybe one day there will be more then me, myself and I. Yet for now I'll stay here breathing in this emotion. Sitting quietly waiting for my inevitable explosion.