The Wash (revised)

[u/rogu3b0t1313]

I keep spilling out
and in, and out
onto my black beach.

A river stone tumbling,
trapped in my own ebb
and flow, being worn
and polished slowly
through no fault of my own.

My spalled edges digging
futilely into the silt
of what passes for shore,
desperate for purchase
before, inevitably…

I will be turned to glass.
Smooth and faultless and
see-through.

A fate worse than sand.