Ostracized with Oceans Tide

Am I haunted by the ones that I've lost?
or are the flashes of memories,
inside my head,

Ostracized to walk the world
here on my own,
I'd have hung a little tighter,
If I'd only known.

Like photo album.
A strangers' preserved past,
Reduced within stale pages.
Detailed words,
delicately choreographed,
as I peered at strange faces,
through all of their life stages.

I search for their voices,
like im in a row boat,
Standed in a vast and stormy sea.

I sway through my thoughts,
bobbing through
the overwhelming noise
And I can't find my voice
I'm lost somewhere.
Somewhere,
amoung the static.

Tying themselves around my feet,
as a ball and chain.

Jumping ship,

and As I sink,
the weight of longing drags me under,
pulling me through the depths of thunder.

Faces shimmer in a fractured light,
their whispers tether me to the night.

The ocean’s grave becomes my guide,
a somber embrace where the lost reside.
The symbolism of what I am inside.

Their voices rise like a mournful chime,
echoing softly through the tide of time.

In this stillness, sorrow starts to weave,
a tapestry of all I grieve.

Yet within the ache, beginnings bloom,
a tender spark in the endless gloom.