Interrelation and Other Works

Everything that reaches me is drawn,
As if tides pulling whispers, I ride the swell,
drifting through susurrations of unspoken farewells.
Look at me; I know you can't comprehend—
nothing will transform me into a man.
Sink, sink, sink,
as my waves fade into the sand.

Each current that pulls me feels heavy and deep,
overwhelming waves crashing, a relentless sweep,
buried beneath layers of weight, I descend,
clouds of desolation loom above, a squall unkempt.
See me here; I know you can't understand—
nothing will ever shape me into a man.
Sink, sink, sink,
as my waves dissolve into the sand,
weighed down and lost, sinking deeper within,
buried by the tide, where the silhouette begins.