Warring Waters

I watched the waves attack themselves
throwing scorn into the skies
soaking them with blood,
as the sun hides from the carnage,
as the moon waits for its fix.
But despite the screams of the crashing bodies
the sand whispered me sweet words,
tales of people and times past.
But the violence drowned them
before my ears could be reached.
Yet my heart understood.
I could embody the torment of the shore,
for it has witnessed time itself,
the love, the heartbreak, the promises...
But the lessons that stuck to my skin echoed the loudest,
lessons of survival.
Living amongst the warring waters,
the earth is always collateral.
Yet, it lives on...
Life always contains purpose,
as it is written in the the towers the children etch.
But the grit between my toes teaches me the greatest lesson...
You need to escape life to actually live,
for a heart caged only beats enough to survive.