Sedate.

My strength to endure,

The ghost that haunts.

Is an ebb and flow,

Of unpredictable shores.

The flow of calm seas,

Seems too pleasant to last.

So I hold onto my breath,

Until the tide changes path.

I crash upon your feet.

Knowing all too well,

That what you speak is truth.

Though I'm stuck in this swell.

Or perhaps it is greed,

That evokes this sorry state.

I just like all too much,

The ways you ease and sedate.