London Poem: Day 207

12 March

Between you and me,
Surrender and fight,
Is the calm sea.
But, for how long?
To sit and twist
While the wait grows,
Anticipation eats away at
Corners, allowing what
Will be, be before it
Really does.
Everything is hungry,
Even the sea,
So how does a body avoid
Being eaten alive?
There is little left to eat,
It has started already,
So what is the harm in getting
It under way, sooner
Rather than later?
Just let it come,
As it will anyway,
And wash over you.

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