By Christian Martinez
Flashbacks engulf me and drown me in sorrow.
My tears become the sea that is blown and rocked,
By the storm of troubles and depressions.
The past creeps up on me like a high wall of water.
Familiar faces crashing against me like rough waves.
Ancient emotions that were once bottled,
Begin to fill my lungs as my eyes water more.
I remain doused in my memories for what seems like ages.
Time ticks away as if a clock embedded in my mind.
All I hear is the ticking of the clock.
The ticking fades away
As I slowly get washed, on the quiet shores of reality.
I slowly open my eyes as the basking sun embraces
The colors of this world that I have come to call home.