Like a tsunami, you loom.
Splashing down, waves of gloom.

I’m fighting though drowning,
I’m struggling and counting...

How long will I last?

I hate you, in entirety
The False Piety

It is you I wish to ignore,
Quiet your roar.

Of self doubt and self defeat.

The gulls call false praise
In cliche phrase-s.

Humility, the salt overused.
Without, I am unamused.

And grow weary of it.

May the Hand take hold.
Amidst the icy cold.

Mercy. Let me not go.
Under light wings, stow.

This precious cargo, yours, always.

by =annora, my big sis.