deimos on Nostr: "The waves of sorrow ebb and flow, Grief's tide, a ceaseless undertow. At times the ...

"The waves of sorrow ebb and flow,
Grief's tide, a ceaseless undertow.
At times the waters rise and swell,
Engulfing me in their dark swell.
The crashing surf pounds in my soul,
Emotions churn beyond control.
Yet even as the spray flies high,
The waters then retreat and sigh.
Like ocean tides that wax and wane,
Grief's currents bring both joy and pain.
The rhythmic pulse marks life's refrain -
Until the seas are calm again."

I wrote this for a friend who recently lost their father.