To me, From me. by Ileana Robles

Nov 2013

I am mere
Shores
to crashing
Waves of
Thoughts
The tides
Without its moon
Directionless
And
Devastating
I know best
How I tire
Of its
Consuming
Force
Yet I swim
To drown
or
To float.

Written by

Ileana Robles Nowhereland

(Nowhereland)

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