Sometimes I’m trapped beneath the waves,
Drowned out by loud and senseless noise.
Where is my hope? Where are my joys?
Is there a heart, a hand to save?

The brightness breaks in palest shades;
I miss the subtle change it brings.
The waves roll on, but softly sing
That feelings and emotions flow,
None meant to last! I must let go
And ride each wave to set me free!

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Written for Ronovan’s Decima challenge at:

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 52: (NOISE) in the B rhyme line.