Lying tides and empty waves,
Swirling twirling, thinning graves.
Sagging splashes, spray wrinkles bent,
rippled water gorging on
reflected fears.
Blushing splashes, crushing strain,
flapping sagging desperate waft.
Follow nothing, covered blues, a saddened desperate
chilling craft.
Hurdled gapping armored ledge,
rocking sopping gasping breath.
Sodden drenching loosened grain,
cherry-pitted curdled dredge.
Coughing sails,
beaded sweat,
washed with lament;
lost,
regret.
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I like the feel of this poem, Cody