Wave After Wave

I sink into the undertow of this,

As blister becomes scab,

And scab becomes necrosis.

The people I love are no more

And I watch the rest being hauled away

By the undeserving.

Threefold, they say.

(Three times as long, i suppose)

But I’ve been patient

For far too long
There is no ‘universal justice’

And truth is always questionable.

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