Spent

a picture of the poem, written on a typewriter.

Spent.
The water pounds the shore,
The rock, worn by force
and time.
A rock fighting back,
Wave after wave,
A long-waged war of futility.
It resigns to accepting
And embracing those waves,
Though they wear
Though they erode,
Accepting existence.

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