To finally sleep
Is all my thinking needs.
A stone in the slowly
Unfurling
Ocean,
Insistent waves,
Incessant waves
Murmuring
Unseen.
But I am afraid
Of the
Deep,
Deep,
Deep.
Dark fish are there,
Gloomy, alone; they forget;
Through dank seaweed stare,
And by trawler nets
They are longing for home.
Yet how can I ever go home.
There are no stones left
To throw and there are
No oceans here,
Just the sounds
Of lawnmower motors
And dogs beserkly barking
At nothing at all.
Wow, powerful wordplay! 👏👏
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Thank you 🙏🏻
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You are most welcome.
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