James Mills


His Littoral - Poem by James Mills

Breakers,
batter me.
Spume.
spew over me.
Soothe with green
caress
this salt sadness
oystering within.
Sting,
sting deep, so deep
that old pain
fathomed beneath
might be...
forgotten.

I waver.
I come and go.
It comes and goes in
waves.
Footprints hush
into running sand,
and none will know
the way that I have been.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 13, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 16, 2010


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