No longer will I
Look, to shores
Of distant lands.
The foaming roar
Of grey wolf waves,
Battered me back.
Screamed me down.
Faced me in defeat.
Toward this.
The land so banal.
Worn to fit these feet.
As they grow and harden.
No longer will I look.
Nowhere else will
I call home.
For I have dreamed.
Tried.
And failed.
So I look to love.
Where I stand.
Reblogged this on yasniger and commented:
Truly a nice piece
I love the phrase “grey wolf waves”!
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Stunning, actually.
Thank you