Erosion

The raging silence throbs like anesthesia
seeping under my fingernails, through my pores, tunneling into my ears
i don’t know how much more i can stand
Picture an isolated island, lost in the vast Pacific,
beautiful shores and majestic rocky ledges
standing helpless against voracious froth-crested waves that pound and never tire.

And one thing about the Pacific is,

it never loses.