Gritty mind

Thoughts crash like waves on sodden, gritty mind,

as if demanding in their surge and salted fall,

that heed be taken of their power, their right,

to wash across the face of beached belief,

removing, making clean and fresh; purified again,

by seas of tears and doubt, which smash in ancient

rhythm, pounding down through hopes and fears;

endless, eternal, driven by psyche’s urge to live.

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About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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