Voice of the Shore

The waves...

God I wish
The waves ...the waves... the waves...

Would stop

I hear them coming
Rumbling in the distance
And try to brace myself

Some are gentle
Shy and foamy
They skim my surface
And slip away

But then there's
You

Who pounds me into particles
And takes
Little pieces
Like pride
Away with you

Somehow I continue
To be whole
Or at least appear so
Although
I'm disintegrating

Beneath you