Echoes of Whispering Thoughts

In the deceptive depths,
where shadows breathe softly,
the ocean murmurs secrets
only the brave dare to fathom.

Listen to the unsaid,
watch the tides waylay the heart
beneath the azure lies
the darkest lullaby.

A rusted anchor
pulls at the soul,
too heavy to lift,
too honest to ignore.

Waves that kiss
the jagged rocks,
their cries a symphony
of solitude.

The Ugliest Truth

Carved by time,
our truths are akin
to barnacles clinging to
the shipwreck of dreams.

The ugliest truth sits,
silent in its shell,
waiting, watching,
for the storm to break.

Amongst the wreckage,
whispers weave tales
of mariners lost,
seeking warmth
in a cold embrace.