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