Rolling Backwards

Wave crashing upon wave
the darkness being raped by the lights

in the distance a band plays
the drum and the fife seem to set the rhythm
by which each wave breaks

the further along the pier i walk
the less breaking there is

instead, they roll over each other
almost seamlessly

here is no conflict, no one beating them down

or maybe they've just gotten so used to the abuses of the lights and the onlookers on the pier that they just don't care anymore they're always on, never any time for rest or reflection

they roll over and take their place, their role of submission because there isn't anything else they can do anymore

stuck between living and dying
all they can do is roll along,
roll backwards
as the rest of the world passes them by




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