Wishing

waves

   wash 

       against

               the

                  sand

                       with

                       the

                     ebb

                 and 

           flow

        of

    the

tide

a

restless

    breeze

        shoves

           the

          crashing

                  sea

                     into

                       the

                  jagged

                cliff

            upon

         which

     rests

   my

home

I 

 pace  

back

    and 

        forth

    and

back

    and 

        forth

     and

  watch

the

sea

and

   wish

       that

           I

           were

              out

                 there

                      now

                  instead

                     of

                 trapped

                  in 

               this

           gloomy

         lighthouse

           on

              a

              cliff

               in

            the

             center

                 of

                    an

                      ocean

                          full

                            of

                          tears

                          and

             emptiness

            and

    loneliness

   and

longing

wishing

I 

were

free