Dust On The Sea Poem by Justin Fitzpatrick

What did you do?
When the truth came for you
Strip you of your clothes
And leave you anew
You thought it was hope
But it was not what you knew
The misery you bear
Is the misery you choose
You played the same game
That you always seem to lose
Punctured your soul
Leave you broken and bruised
And when left with blind options
Found no way to refuse
Just like a junky
Discovered how to abuse
Humiliatingly this is no new news for you
You look for solutions
As you clutter with clues
The only person that is your enemy
Is the one you cannot escape from refuge

... And when you look for that dust on the sea
What makes you think that it will be
You could be searching for something that may exist
Or may just be a fantasy