• lrthompson 9w

    Tidal Waves

    I know the power of the rising tide
    For beneath my feet rests the shifting sands of time
    Always ebbing and flowing the water dost erode
    Each wave tugging and pulling
    The tiny grains betwixt my toes

    As the surf rises my foundations wither
    Casting evil eye to swollen sea my thoughts swell bitter
    When my balance is interrupted by systematic crashes
    Gradually displacing and replacing
    My position along its axis

    Until finally I am interred within that salty tomb
    Buried under heavy weight of time ne'er to be exhumed
    Less the tide decide to recede and expose
    The monument to a man
    Who had once claimed to know
    ©lrthompson