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I Can’t Brave
Off the shores of coastal Maine, and under the deep depths of the eerie.
I found myself on the shore, tempting the waves back and forth, shouting, yelling even screaming to give back what had been swallowed.
The thunderous provisions of untold numerous collisions filled my ears with rage, yet to touch the sea I couldn't brave.
So I yelled at the endless, I pleaded. A catalog of emotions, still the water never receded. I found days rolling in and out like the crests of the waves, and still staring off at the enormity, I am hopeful it will concede to me.
© Betty B. Goodman
I found myself on the shore, tempting the waves back and forth, shouting, yelling even screaming to give back what had been swallowed.
The thunderous provisions of untold numerous collisions filled my ears with rage, yet to touch the sea I couldn't brave.
So I yelled at the endless, I pleaded. A catalog of emotions, still the water never receded. I found days rolling in and out like the crests of the waves, and still staring off at the enormity, I am hopeful it will concede to me.
© Betty B. Goodman
