Written in Water

Awash with fear I cup my ear,

to hear the roaring wave’s advance.

When it will hit I’ve no idea,

it’s like a game of time and chance.

 

I’ve tried to swim to land before,

to cheat the bore with will alone,

but any time I near the shore,

a storm gets up and back I’m blown.

 

I know I can’t escape it now,

I turn and keep afloat and wait,

the cornered prey rehearsing how,

to let life go and meet his fate.

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