Poetry (words)

Of the sea.

I can’t see the big sky from here, the city lights void of atmosphere polluting the night. The roads built to bring everything close just fill the air with noise. 

Vulnerability is the balance we’ve insisted upon. In a world where yesterday fills the landfills of tomorrow. I can’t find my place. 

I am of the sea, finding solace in the tide.


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