The Sea It Was A Stirring Mass Poem by ANDREW BLAKEMORE

The sea it was a stirring mass
A ghostly shade of grey,
The cloud hung like a veil of mist
That drew across the bay.

My saddened heart beat like the waves
That rolled upon the shore,
As I walked along that windswept way
Till I could walk no more.

My mind was filled with questions
And was wracked in deep despair,
A broken soul no place to go
Yet found no answers there.

The ebbing tide drew ever in
And hid the prints I'd made,
Upon the sand, I paused and watched
My footmarks slowly fade.

As they were lost I felt the cold
As evening slipped away,
As there I stood and stared upon
The sea of ghostly grey.

2011