Upon a Shore
I sat upon a troubled shore,
waves lashing on the sand.
The rocky coves cry out for help
and demons laugh content.
Alone I sat upon this shore
just me and all that’s mis –
of fortune, of take, of like, of hap –
And demons laugh content.
And, in this turmoil realize:
This shore has seen, but one.
And fills me up, with sweet bye-byes
to demons that I’ve lent.
Copyright © Gavin Joachims | Year Posted 2015
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