You ever realized that stones on the beach are never sharp at least not the ones in the water
sitting at the water
The world closed off by the woods around me, and the faint wind.
The water looked harmless that morning.
Slowly hugging the stones.
Everyone says drowning is loud.
It isn’t.
Sometimes it is as if you are drifting.
Sometimes it is swallowing water so slowly you mistake it for breathing.
The tide kept taking small things first— the wide smiles and the look in the eyes,
then it came for the bigger things,
Sleep and appetite
Nobody noticed.
Why would they?
The water still looked beautiful from far away.
They don’t see the dull stones
By winter, I was walking with stones in my pockets, waiting for the water to recognize me.
And when it finally did, the water that hugged the stones months prior
Reached for me
Calling my name
I almost called it kindness.
Poetry by Theo_Door91
Written on 2026-05-19 at 04:58
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Stones
It was peaceful for once,sitting at the water
The world closed off by the woods around me, and the faint wind.
The water looked harmless that morning.
Slowly hugging the stones.
Everyone says drowning is loud.
It isn’t.
Sometimes it is as if you are drifting.
Sometimes it is swallowing water so slowly you mistake it for breathing.
The tide kept taking small things first— the wide smiles and the look in the eyes,
then it came for the bigger things,
Sleep and appetite
Nobody noticed.
Why would they?
The water still looked beautiful from far away.
They don’t see the dull stones
By winter, I was walking with stones in my pockets, waiting for the water to recognize me.
And when it finally did, the water that hugged the stones months prior
Reached for me
Calling my name
I almost called it kindness.
Poetry by Theo_Door91
Written on 2026-05-19 at 04:58
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