With the rising tide, the waters creep,

Through my clothes and shoes they seep

Bringing disaster, bringing despair

I scream, but the sound dies in the air

It’s a menacing thing, the rising tide

Cold and relentless, sloshing each stride

It crawls like a panther stalking its prey

As I stand here alone, to face Judgement Day

But then, at the end, when there’s no place to run

The tide starts to recede. At least for now, I’ve won.

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