two WIP's

1.
Listening to the rising sea
as it splashes over me,
the only thing I see
is this blue, open and free.

My boat crashed days ago,
I still cling on, wood sinking slow,
hopes fade though,
letting go with the wind's final blow,

I can see a shore in the distance
as I loose sense of my existence,
my previous insistence
slips through the cracks of my stone subsistence.

I look to the sky,
gray clouds fly by,
thick, dark, and yet very dry,
bleary eyed, blink salted eyes.

Acutely aware of the waters embrace,
caressing you in time and space,
as you are erased, slowly efface.
Hold your breath, sink without a trace.
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2.
Would it be equally surprising
if I kicked someone who has unofficially resigned?
You seem to react when its on paper,
but when it's been a slow decline,
you neglect the truth as if it did not exist.

Continue to live in your ignorant bliss,
continue to be disappointed when they say goodbye,
or open your eyes and see the world for what it is,
and save your surprise for something meaningful.
Your blood curdling yells of disbelief shall subside to a quiet sobering,
continued quiet smoldering