Driftwood (A Poem A Day #29)
22 Apr 2020 1 minute read 0 comments AlmightyMelon
Rotolinear and inexorable. Tossed and turned in motion. Across fitful tides and swells. Purposeless, sharp edges. The embrace of the sea - it has both traced a swirling eddy and risen a crashing crest. Death is necessary and inevitable nothingness....
