Swept on a tide both high and low

often cast beneath its crushing weight

Drenched, gasping and struggling to survive

only to be overwhelmed again by another tide

Currents flowing this way and that

desperate to gain some control

Cold streams flow do bring a shiver

night´s dark shadow does linger

A moon glistens on a surface of unending spray

nothing to hold, all is taken away

The depths do beckon far below

a darker landscape too foreboding to know

Alone, consumed by a fearful dread

thoughts hurled about in my deafening head

Images of life flicker by as the ocean does rise

This surely is the final stroke of effort supreme

gasping and breathless, energy gone

Darkness both in and out, no other soul in sight

All is lost as the bridge does sink

All is gone, nothing lingers still

Out of sight, a tunnel of darkness awaits

Chaos of which no sense endures

Purpose spent, reason gone, to a death bed of sand

I flounder to eternal rest and then on