The deafening surf's roar
submerges conscious thought,
echoes from a rocky shore
reminding of times I sought
solace, and peace in your arms,
held secure from all life's harms.
Treacherous green-sea pillows
alternate with lashes of foam
and dash themselves in thund'rous billows.
Beneath this cliff reverberates some
long-lost thought, another dimension
remembered now with apprehension.
Dreams sacrificed on an altar
of self-absorbed, putrid excess -
no dreams to guide causing falter,
the audience now a fathomless abyss.
I keep my mind now well to sea,
clear the rocks I wish to lee.
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