Calm

Guilty of the words, the same memories,
I felt forever lonely on a crowded Friday night.
I wish you'd be here, and I'd still hold you dear.
I wish I had learnt to pray when there was light.
Like an island, stuck within all I wanted,
Like a beach being haunted by waves,
With all the water, and but all salted,
The world I've known, I wonder if death saves.

Poisons stealing the breath of its fluency,
Blood plodding for strength and haste,
Fallen vows wait deeper than my sleep.
And without a shout that would seek help,
Or a noise that would announce the pain,
I let the shadow of your calm take over me.