spirits in every wave
and if it washes over me
it may sanctify and cleanse
my heart is at the ocean
there is turbulence in my thought
but the angels walking on water
may not relieve this pain
the heavy truth sinks like a stone
and falsehoods are the swells
I'm going through the motions
and flailing in this hell
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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