27 december 2011
Demons
Every last sound,
Resonating as if a shout:
I lay impaired, trapped
Within my own dying mind.
For when the waves
Bring down their punishment
And their poisoned justice,
My tired eyes begin to see
What once was lost:
The last post sounds, and
The tide ebbs away,
Leaving sand so raw
It’s startling.
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