I am the suspect one

I am the suspect one
facing lost floor in disdain
crevices will open
just because they can

so much agony in the eye
so much before goodbye
I am the solid will not go
because I will not

I am totaled and sea mad
rakishly brash and brave
with waves full of tears
turning on a sullen beach



Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2016-09-01 at 10:16

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