Tide

Dominika Vašínová

Searching for my solace,

all I gain is malice,

sheerly full of desperation,

feeding my exasperation.

Ancient wrinkles of mirth,

subdued by pain - its girth,

tied by atrocious, endless fear,

just witnessing my ribcage tear.

Gaining the painful semblance,

I am simply losing it,

everything - a remembrance.

The ominously strong tide,

just let it be, let it be

my dear ugly final guide.