gift to the sea

i'll fill the shore with sandcastles
and watch them melt

sand dancing in the restless wash
sand and foam in sea on shore

the tide will take me too

plummeting, he wails

i am icarus,
burnt and bruised,
a failure

(a myth all to himself)

the distinctive timbre of a depressive episode

a prayer,
written with pen:

where is strength?
where is strength?
where is strength?

truth is as silent
as god was

questions for my advocate

what do i owe?
—to others? to myself? to humanity?

will my debt be collected?

then who was my guilt for?