Tumultuous (rough)

Just as my worries gather they ebb-

drawn out to sea.

The decaying parts of my spirit float on it’s discordant waves.

Glittering foam catches negative thoughts,

they disappear into sand-

become the dreams and castles of children,

my sorrows transformed into well intended moats.

Sunlight bleeds into night,

the dying of a gull resonates down the alley of the beach,

water gnaws on a clumsy tower made of sand,

it draws the melancholy back to me.


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