I lost myself
floundering in my struggles
against the raging sea
of ancestral evils
washed over the world
before I entered existence
flowing right through
my tender being
as I struggled against the tide
kicking and screaming
spitting out
the foamy spray as I
reached the sandy
shoreline
exhausted I collapsed
though I knew it would
not be a prolonged reprieve
the tide only
retreats so long before
marching forward once again
so I headed inland
searching for
the safety of
the mixing throng
feeling more human the
closer I get
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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