Waves of tears
Lapping at my feet
Waves of light
Trying with all their might
To get us to wake up
To hear their cries for help
And feel the sting of their salty truths
Against our indignant ears,
The putrid scent of death
And near extinction
Not yet pungent enough
To ride the wave of salvation,
Instead, slowly drowning,
Drowning
As the last wave crashes at my feet

©SpiritLed 2020

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