waves of life

waves strike me throughout the day and night

but not the beautiful waves one would be met with along the shore of salt water ocean.

but the waves of deep sadness,

those are the waves constantly crashing in.

they crash into my soul,

before drifting out to the dark sea of life.

and just as I catch my breath from the last wave,

I'm swept under again.

with each wave that drowns every inch of my body,

I question what I'm fighting for.

why do I push against the strength of the waves that I feel will ultimately be my demise,

so why do I fight.