My feet are buried
in sand...
the tide is coming in
and I cannot save
myself...
fear overcomes me,
it being the
sacrifice
I give to the waves that
threaten to conquer me.
My hair is blowing
wildly
in the wind
and my eyes are white-hot
coals looking into the storm
but burning within,
speaking
to me...
screaming down into me..
only,
there is no-one to hear…
no witness
to tell those who will come
to silently collect me,
there will be
no soul catcher for me,
no-one to close my eyes...
only the salt of the sea
and your name
on my lips
entrapped there on the beach... like the fly in the web! awesome! the idea that appeals is that it is unique! ! ! i opened the random poem and it came out to be a fabulously awesome! ! ! good work marm...
Wow, this beach scene is a great way of putting out this message. I see it so vividly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
poem is good i like it............