Boom boom
Let the waves crash into the shore
Until the night comes that leaves the beach.
Empty. Empty like the feeling in the
Pit of the stomach
Angry for satisfaction and
Roaring for
A break from the
Distance.
I am standing at the shore and you are swimming
Even further away into the vast unknown, leaving me alone.
I love the second piece--such a great metaphor. Very nice.
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