On the Shores of My Grave

A wave of somethings appeared out of nowhere
Thoughts, recollections and some debris

Some, questioning if my memory is true
Others, smiling with kindness at me—
but still unhappy at my worries
That I didn’t create worthy fellowship

A few others just swept through my ankles
Clearing my feet, and under.

And so I descend day by day
Into a sleep on the shores
of my grave, with visitations
From these waves,
Now smiling more and more

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