Giving Up Poem by Matthew Moser

Giving Up



The very will of the tide is to escape,

To crash,

To break.

But the beach holds it for holding sake,

No matter how much the tide may rage,

It is caught in repetition,

A constant beat,

Thunder and fall,

Escape,

Repeat.

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