Futility

Today’s Author prompt:

Candles flickered in the silent room as he sat down to try to meditate for the first time.

My poem “Futility”:

Flexing fingers clench and release.

Knuckles crack and shatter the silence.

Lungs’ sharp intake escapes in suppressed streams.

He strains to hear ocean waves and the water’s heart

only to feel oppressed by the intensity to reflect.

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