Tides upon a distant shore

On the banks of time, this cold water flows

Looking for the sands, it surely knows

Upon the rock, drip, time, collide

The wave, the ripple, one's turbulent tide

But from the distance, far upon the shore

The beauty in its rage, damn near admired

With the words it can not speak

Truth it can not find

Am I on repeat?, Insanity comes to mind

Looking for safety, amongst the tides of war

Isit possible, to find peace upon its shore?

Just a very amateur poem or rambling of semi coherent words at least. Grief and internal conflict amongst the absence of closure.