Roiling Of A Pitched Heart

Troubled times in truthful tomorrows:
With the rise and fall of tides,
What is the answer to all our sorrows?

Clinging to that beacon of a pinnacle,
Shiver in thy salty bitterness;
Not one to be able to handle all the ridicule.

Anxiety to the max,
Quiver and shake in the dainty-
Will I reach it; ever get to a climax?

For at the end of this road
there must surely be
a way to understand it all;
a healing to this long life and this long haul...