In Anticipation

A cold and lonely salty breeze
Chills my broken heart and
The sky hues mirror my mood,
Or lack of.

They moan my end.

In anticipation of the next wave
I walk further and further
Out to sea.
I know what to expect -

I've been here before.

That overwhelming tsunami
Of numbness
Will wash over me
And I will not care...

A being of apathy

I will spiral down,
As if caught in a whirlpool
That draws out of me
All my goodness,

All my life.