* The eighth in a series of travelogue poems
Competing narratives of happiness fight for my heart,
As I sit upon the crags and sands of time,
Looking across the wide, anxious ocean,
Hoping for some revelation from above or resolution from within,
Instead hearing nothing but the sound
Of these vehement waves crashing against an apathetic shore.
By: Jake Adams
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