in a boiling sea.
of a coiling me.
Roots finding no soil
A mind lingers in turmoil
An endless journey
Unable to flee
Everything feels like a test
Nowhere a place for a rest
Yearning for some good advice,
afraid to discover too late,
that it was ONLY a bunch of lies.
These waves of destruction crumble my coastline.
Only a steady foundation could protect this borderline.
Where do I search this friend I so desperately need,
who does not wash away the sand beneath my feet?
(c) Copyright 2016 Druppels aka Luc D’hertefelt
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