Point Break

Point Break

I’m here, but I’m broken
Washed up on the shore
The storms of life have spoken
To myself, and many more
The bodies lie around me
Curled foetal in the sand
Abandoned by a rough sea
Our truths will help us stand
As clouded scales fall to steam
My soul, it drifts to sleep
Treading water where we dream
Swimming round skin deep
As worlds move on beneath us
We’re lured out to rocks
A sirens song surrounds us
And echoes where it drops
It rings through waters, hallow
Makes its way to shore
Tsunamis rise in shallows
Where the deepest cuts are scored
Marked and stored in sandbanks
Ripples from time’s waves
Currents count our files, ranks
For those that horde or save
Residing in behaviours
On isolated plains
The damned make the best saviours
Their smiles hide a pain
Thin masks for an anxious crowd
A veneer for the fools
Sometimes jesters play too proud
Know the game... but not the rules
But those able to get the prank
Remembering the play
Living life off rippled banks
Oft gives too much away
Afraid to show our ignorance
Naivete and doubt
Whilst torches burn with brilliance
In those who made it out
Still shrouded in their mystery
Curled foetal in our fear
If ever you’re in need of me
I’m broken… but I’m here