Waiting
The relentless tide of humanity,
I have seen turn for and against me
Meaning nothing to me,
Like living in the sea.
The black waves of sin,
Crush me in
The last sight of the seagull,
A rubbish tip for all.
Copyright © Anthony Dover | Year Posted 2021
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