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Struggle

I stand alone before turbulent seas
Angry waves rise up against me
My imminent failure
Sparkles in their eyes

They do not hide their intentions
Blatant as the sun
Pounding on my back
They rise to make me fall

The dark sun dances tauntingly
Flaunting my weakness
Before my already bronzed skin

The approaching waves crash
They surge forward in anticipation
Their enmity roars in my ears

And I regress
Soaked in their fleeting triumph
My energy is a once rough stone
Worn smooth by relentless tumult

Dragged back by the undertow
I grapple for footing
And heave myself forward
Into the next wave



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