-waves breaking on the rocks,
the rushing tide kissing the shore,
sleepy ships at the dock,
and my pounding heart...
...
-victim of prodigality
Bereft of stability in my existence...
Like a leaf that travels with
the zephyer...
...
Existential Angst
-waves breaking on the rocks,
the rushing tide kissing the shore,
sleepy ships at the dock,
and my pounding heart...
in the stillness of the night.
-Alone...not lonely
'tis my existence's blight!