You’re like a sharpener in my ear
A constant pain that brings shavings from long ago
Long forgotten strips that should have been disposed of
The pencil never ends
the same one writing the story I never asked for
The endless dreaded pages
of an infinite book
She breaks against familiar waves
and expects every one to be different.
The ripples that are left scream possibility
and yet she cannot reach them.
They disappear into the sand.
New ones will break soon
and like the former they’ll cease to be
And still she breaks against familiar waves
hoping this time
they’ll carry her to shore.