A foaming whirl of sea
Waves crashing into eachother
Thoughts and ideas crash and
smash
exploding upon themselves
merging and absorbing
Until the sea is less murky and cleaner
Easy to see through
Calm
The longer I leave it stagnant
The murkier it will become
The waves must keep crashing
Until there’s nothing left
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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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