High tide.

It sweeps in, sudden and
unsuspected
as it pulls in another round of victims.

Day in, Day out.
High tide, Low tide.
It comes, It goes, It slowly shrinks the population to nothing.

Yet
here we sit
staring at our television screens and watching agonizing,
                          painful,
                                                                          enormous quantity of
DEATH,
our eyes dry and our faces emotionless,
as if there is nothing at all we can do.

We’re nothing
but a world of lost hopes and failed dreams
a jumbled mess of fearful, cowardly, shattered people
who watch the world crumble at their feet without blinking
as they drag through life.
     It can hardly be called life, can it?
  
we’re nothing.  

Another day goes by.
You watch and You listen and You learn
As the tide comes rolling in
Crashing on the shore
Scaring away the birds.

People all around you –
Friends, family, neighbors -
Loved ones and complete strangers –
Get sucked in.
Pulled under.

Lives cut short, but your feet have only gotten a little wet.

Before you know it, you’re all alone in the sand
With no one to surround you.
And still you keep on living
without shedding a single tear
for those not fortunate enough to be in your shoes.

You think to yourself:
At least it’s not me.
I’m still here.
I’m still breathing
…at least it's not me.

You turn and walk away
Making footprints in the sand.


But one day, it will be you.

You can’t stay on the beach forever.

The high tide’s gonna get the best of you.
And it’ll pull you in, it’ll drag you away from life,
When you least expect it.



we’re nothing.