Sea Poem by Rebecca Springsteen

They put me in the caves.
It's just me all alone.
I can still hear the waves,
no sunlight, none.
The cave goes deep,
there,
is were I hear people weep.
They scare me fairly well.
It's hard to rest,
even with the sea.
The sea is a reminder.
For the purity of their weep,
tears into my guilt. I should care,
who is crying. Are they crying for their own greaves?
It's not like I wouldn't here.
While listening to the sea.
Who wouldn't?