nobody sees the treachery
no-one weighs the crash
of crushing waves ashore;
it’s merely too depressing
to equate a consequence
of cognisance with passions
raw and surging breaks
and yet you surf the crests
belying agonies too deep
for sufferance to quell alone;
freed expression wrests a
sanity you know is faked –
you ride the raging waves
denying what it takes away
© 17 September 2010, I. D. Carswell
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