Understanding of the sea

I have seen the sea,
Seen it the way it blocks out god

And nurses it's children.

Beaches are all covered in shells,

Fractured, broken relics.

You must exercise caution.

It soothes so damn much

Washing over like I'm a stone 

At the shore's edge, 

Carrying away with it

The sharpness of empty promises.

I'm a stone

And won't recover from being smoothed.

Now I'm so nice

And I can't take off my face at night!

And the moon casts light 

Where light never once was.

I have seen the sea. The sea sees me.

It's an understanding. I watch.

Life's back and forth.

And the children in the sea's maw

Are plenty. They get stuck there,

Knowing no way out.

My understanding is they cry

For help while help is an animal 

One can't rely on.

Meanwhile kindness means I can't strike out.

That I know their suffering in my bones

As I know my own suffering.

Knew it as the sea dresses me 

In it's waves when I wade in.