30 Oct


Just one within a multitude,

Floating upon titanic waves

That hinder prosperity.

The once gentle winds

Have become malignant,

Battering rigging with abhorrence.


Scavengers ride the torrents,

Awaiting demise

To feast upon misfortune

Just beyond reach…

Salvation looms

The uncaring shores of avaricious refuge.

But the sweeps are relentless

They chastise hope…

Whilst all around

Nonchalance plies…

And egress into calmer waters

Creating monolithic breakers in their wake

To hurl against impoverished balsas

And block escape from destitution.

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Posted by on October 30, 2012 in Poetry


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