you do not lull me
with your calming waves no more.
My body splinters, crashing
upon these nubs of jagged rocks.
I'm a floating piece of driftwood
that reached an empty shore.
The blazing sun, a leather whip
beats down ******* me.
Embedded in the tawny grains of sand
I lie awake so stark.
I'm ravaging. A stiff board
filled with empty holes
by scavenging birds that stripped away
all my protective bark.
When the lonely tide pulls up
to meet a crescent moon
I'll know my time has come to naught.
This piece of driftwood
will float into a salty watered grave
and leave its resting dune.