Anguish
While walking along the beach,
I listen to the waves crash.
But all I hear is your voice
and how you had called me trash.
I detect abject anguish
within a seagull's shrill cry.
For it sounds in agony,
shrieking, go away and die.
The ocean calls me to Her
like a siren with no face.
And whispering soothing sounds,
She lures me to Her embrace.
I feel Her currents pull me
to the depths of the unknown.
And washing away my tears,
She mingles mine with Her own.
Slipping under Her waters,
I exhale my final breath.
And extinguishing life's spark
sink into the arms of death.
(Quatrain)
6/2/2015
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