Wave, wave awash in the hush,
Crushed under the quivering rush
When would it give way, way,
Wasted on the wasteful day
Quickened in the sickened steps,
Lopsided sworn to face it
Because I will not,
Cannot not ever
Quit.
Talk past the nerves.
Categories: Creative Writing, Drawing
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