Tsunami
Wave of pain flooding over me,
Irreversible damage in the salted sea,
Washed up on shore reddened apathy,
Native to a land of hypocrisy
Non-irrigating, actually more drought full,
Self irritating, foreign and doubtful,
That life will sprout, not even a mouthfull,
Of sustaining salt, soluble nor spout full
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