Sunday, July 17, 2011
Thursday, July 7, 2011
She's become lost
gripped in between the claws of life .
The monotonous drone of the swell
breaks routinely, incessantly.
A spectacle of white and green, lures her under
Lulls her into a peaceful slumber.
The beauty of it all
And caresses the stone in her core.
It replaces the emptiness and fear;
It evades her of all unease.
The ache is inevitable and she
Her throat begins to tighten
The feeling of security is now a foreign concept.
She’ll never see him
The salinity from her eyes fades into the depths of
combines with the brine.
have left her.
A collection of memories most valuable in the world,
She wishes she could collect those tears
And build another him.