Poetry, Writing

A Losing Battle

Back on the harbor
Watching day fade


Keeping together 
This castle I’ve made


Fighting the ocean
Standing my ground


Talk to the water
Making no sound


It’s falling away
Under my feet


This earth where I perch
Keeps purging me


Turning the tide
But just in my mind


I push it away 
But it wins every time


It washes over 
Taking my sight


No obstacle for 
This force am I



So small and helpless
So very tired


Appeal to the heavens
But those stars may be liars


Weary and wary
And worried tonight


So inconsequential
Is my sorry plight


The moon only chuckles 
And the earth merely sighs

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