This is interesting, Riley. Difficult to understand, but I'm going to try...
Judging from your title, this poem is about helplessness... your grip on the bar grows older, your tears burn acid rocks into the ground, and only the flesh is cut... it's a kind of struggle you describe, isn't it? A struggle to understand, to see, to listen... and to actually comprehend the meaning of the bloody tide on the shore.
Fascinating... and pure imagination... this is the kind of writing I love to read from you, Riley Leanne... stuff that just captures and captivates me like I know you can.
You've got talent, that's for sure...
Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.
~Percy Bysshe Shelley