practice
The shoreline stank of ambition.
Diseased hubris from the
Bodies of wasted human potential.
Even the waves lapped at the talent hungerly,
Boiling over the desire and discontent.
The bodies, on the shoreline
screaming
“I'm not understood,
“I'm already good enough,
“I need this more than you,
We share our joy
So yours can be shamed
We one up in the hope
You'll stay the same
“Give up” the creatures pleaded