Sunday, 9 February 2025

are you mad

 are you mad


alone in a winter sea

breaking on the rock

between life and death

no further it beats 

a heart gripped 

by the wide eyes 

of a malevolence 

a grimaced smile

a sneer seething

the pebbled growling 

of an unsure shore

hidden in the trough

of a depression

in                             the 

           waves

two shining black walls

a gull ripped black sky

driftwood winking

over there over here


a deep breath decides

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