Anguish
I'm walking along the beach,
yet I can't hear the waves crash.
For all I hear is your voice;
shouting and calling me trash.
I feel the abject anguish
within a seagull's shrill cry.
It senses my 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 let 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.
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