Her eyes were once this ocean, Pale sickly, stormy moor. Now weary heels strike empty sand As sorrow haunts this shore. Flesh entangled o’re these shells. Words captured on these crests. As murky tides sink ever low, She wails for my caress. I see her in still waters. Hear her crash against sunk stones. I turn to meet her whispered gusts, To find I am alone. Yet still I linger on here, Begging, cursing ebbing foam. Oh, lost girl, how can I call This ghastly coast my home? For years ago I loved this sea, I swore to never leave her side. Lost love, break upon my shore That I may drown her haunted eyes. Delighted that my poetry collection with this piece won a Scholastic Silver Key! Check out their site for more information on guidelines and deadlines. Excellent opportunities for aspiring artists and authors alike!
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AuthorWith ink dripping in my veins & stories dancing in my head, I spend my time untangling poetry & getting perfectly lost Archives
April 2017
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