Beside The Seashore Poem by Cherelie Bonsadan

We preferred to be like that
Stick to it as hard as we can,
Like spring that constantly bubbles up til it overflow
Like a bonfire beside the seashore
selflessly sharing its warmth

But this could mean something
That fire suffocatingly spread into the vastness of history
Some may felt good coz they know flies were away,
Others yacht in great horror and surprise,
Some glare with hanging jaws

However the chest remain securely locked,
Giving no chance a burglar casting its fugitive eyes
I just want it to be like breath or a heart beat
Not going to leave me unless I’m dead