Shapeless
much like me on a sleepless night
i hear the roar of this restless ocean
pounding like thoughts in my head
as the wind drives me back
one step for every two i take
beneath this blood red rise of morning
inimical are these waves
as they lash out against the rocks
unleashing a spray
like a breath in winter's air
exhaled
yet it falls
like a rake against sand
claiming anything in its path
pulling it in then spitting it out
only to build again
like a raged mind
dissilient
i stand distanced
cowering on the sands
of time
awaiting its calm
June 24 2021
The Shape of water contest
Sponsored by Craig Cornish
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2021
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