Washed Way

It’s so hard to let go and forget.

They can see the pain in your eyes,

The fire burns so you get wet.

Crashing around in the waves,

Sand covered in bliss,

We reminisce,

On what peace felt like,

Not this anxious world we live in.

We are of Gods and Goddesses,

Blessing and burning,

Living and dying,

To remember and forget.