Stuck in a Gyre


I stood inside the tower
and watched you raise
the sea. You built walls
of it around yourself in
your desire to be free.

What could you hear then,
the silence or the crowd?
No call could ever reach you
No cry was ever so loud.

I have my own walls too
that no one could ever climb
I live there with the ghosts
lost and found in time.

I am the lonely tower
you are the raging sea
Your walls of fury rise
and fall and crash against me

Priyesha K. Nair


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