Breaking Waves

There is a seed of darkness in my heart,

Its core is the darkest colour of dark,

When its darkness sometimes overwhelms my heart,

The ocean within gets violent,

High waves begin to rise,

And when the ocean no more can contain the waves,

The salt water overflows the shores of my eyes,

Coming and going in tides,

Often it happens in the season of quiet solitude,

When tourists neither can see the waves,

Nor the ocean hear.