The High Waters

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VIII - Reality

The waters have arrived,

At my doorstep.



Ripping the hinges off.

I’ve wasted,

Too much time;

Away from guarding the door.

I can no longer run,

Or hide from it,


I can no longer escape,

Or delay,

What is about to come.

For the high waters,

Shall hit the shore;

At the promised time.

Whether I’m ready,

Or not.

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