I watched as waves rushed, one after
the other to the shore as if to
escape from a prison deep and vast.
Breaking their anger and emptying
their frustrations in loud confusions.
Their frustrations of continuous
imprisonment in this vicious
cycle day and night.
Those who journeyed before, encouraged
by new wind journey again and again
on tired crests and troughs.
To together break their anger and
empty their frustrations.
What manner of respite would redeem
them from this stranglehold of the
ocean so deep and vast.
Not even the calmest of breeze
caressing the ocean's surface nor a
beautiful clear blue sky is appeasing.
To escape from deep and vast ocean
will take forever which none have.
And they continue day and night to
break their anger and empty their
frustrations on the shores where
idle and hardened rocks watch.
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