Sea with victory over land // Minahil Naghman

Standing on the shore,

As the sea hit my bare feet,

The foam accumulating around my ankles,

Then leaving in a beat.

Cold as it leaves me be,

The sea claims its victory,

As it invades the land that stays near,

Yet then it leaves the sand on its own to be.

I stare out on to the vast,

The vast expanse of ocean and sea,

Hearing the waves crash in mayhem,

And all these feelings mean nothing to me.

I barely grasp the cold touch of water,

The soggy and crusty sensation of sand,

I can barely hear the surfs collide,

And the havoc in the deep within.

I feel empty regarding the stretch of the depths,

I can’t sense the senses that surround my being,

For I have already suffered the hell I could have withstood,

As I was dragged along the endless pandemonium.

My eyes though seeing all,

See naught though they still,

My ears can hear every rush of wind,

Yet, still naught they hear in this façade.

My eyes empty as I let the silence settle in,

Face blank even as water sprays across,

Unblinking and unwavering yet,

Hush and quiet enclose me still.

Smothered are the flames that once held my voice,

As I’m banished to this eternity of stillness,

The muzzle set in place on me,

As silence floods like water on the banks.

Sea with victory over land // Minahil Naghman

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