Hidden under the rock was I,
The waves nearby crashed, they splashed and played against the rock,
Each individual wave, a tiny finger, looking, searching for a way in,
Ever so often finding crack here, a crack there, dousing me with
Fearful water, chilling me to the very bones that carved my little
Sanctuary;







Hours went by, Days it seemed,
Drip! Drip! Drip! The maddening sound a scourge unto my ears, the water
The very essence of my seemingly endless desolation or edification as it may be,
And there I stood, sometimes cringing, sometimes standing firm; Drip! Drip!
Yet it was my duty, I had to stay, I needed to stay, for I was humanity’s
Sanctuary;