The sea of life

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A dull day

The rough waves of the grey coastline

Pound the beach into submission

The seagulls bob up and down on the pulse of the sea

 

Cormorants

Dive for what seems hours at a time

Reaching the mirky depths

Their homes

Only to return with a sad expression

 

The young ones throw stones

At the waves

Angering them

They grow fiercer at the mockery

Spitting froth

A deep rumble

Within the ripples

 

The old ones search for seashells

Trying to pick them up

By the time they bend fully downwards

The tide is knee high

Seashells long since swept away

They forget what they were doing

With creaking limbs

They try to remember home

 

The ones stuck in the middle

Sit here in anguish

On the sand of the beach

At the futility

They feel in this place

The waves move ever closer

With empathy

 

 

Author: Jack Bennett

Born and raised in Torquay, England. 22 years old. Teeming with thoughts that need an outlet, working a full time job at his local supermarket. Unfortunately born a poet, he will most likely suffer from this contradiction most of his life.

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