I sit still and watch
With eyes sharp enough to cut
As the grey ocean foam
Crashes on the sea wall

Hundreds of black stones
All with difference and irregularity
Stacked layer upon layer upon layer
Now wet, but still greatly unwashed

I sit on the edge
And look down on my feet
I scrape the callouses on stone
The sea foam washes but doesn't clean

I watch as the ocean turns black
My feet kicks the relentless foam
The stone wall remains intact
So I crumble in its place

The sea drags me out
I drink the abysmal drink
I sway to the whims of a lonely moon
I crash on a wall of indifference and regularity