Lonely Breaths

The fishermen are adrift,

The beast is free,

Unchecked and untamed,

Throwing sailors in the sea.

 

Helpless to fight against it,

No thought is our own.

A wreck with no survivors,

Breaks away on the stones.

 

I’m sand thrown against a beach,

The waves move against me;

Peeling skin and dusty eyes,

And all I aspired to be.

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