Cliffside Tide
I Carry Something I Already Discarded
Why can’t I stand upright
When I’ve already cut the rope
That squeezed my neck tight
Shouldn’t I be at the top of the slope
//
Nothing’s holding me down
Beneath the crashing waves
But I’m still scared to drown
And be sent to the others’s graves
//
I don't want to see their face again
That’s exactly why I let them go
They nearly sent me spiraling down the drain
Pinning me down when the tide would blow
//
Why, when I’m no longer suppressed
Can I not raise myself above the crest?
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Daniel Freeman
A friend accidentally got me into writing, and now I can't stop
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