Cease
by Jon P.A
Placed in the shadows of my own incompetence,
Needless to say then of what this means.
Held to the brink of breaking this soul eating pride,
Wash away all I hide.
I dream of an ocean calm,
Minus all dark cloud storms,
Whatever that beats my side.
I wait for the sun to rise,
And my face to meet the dawn,
And for this dark night to finally cease.
