A girl sits alone
on a gold sanded beach
cross legged and silent
she watches the azure sea
under the auburn sky
Watching hungry waves lap
at scarred and trodden sand
with hollow emotionless eyes
she thinks of her own scars
wishing they could be washed away
The waters rising with the moon
pulling white foam fingers toward her
a seagull cries from the shadows
its voice consumed by the silence
as she shuts out the world
Memories dig like shards of ice
into her heart of stone
as tears roll down dry cheeks
tears that aren’t her own
she weeps for nothing at all
Tears fall silently into salty waters
as waves wash her pain away
bitter water on warm flesh
a gentle breeze whistles
as pain is at last unfurled
Should I just give up on poetry and stick to short stories?
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I see the release of pain after years of build-up.
Don't give up this style of writing.
You have a gift for creating an image.
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thank you for sharing this with me today. you have done a great job. one suggestion that i offer is that you use some punctuation in here. it makes the reading easier. i am looking forward to reading more from you in the near future. viyanna rosemarie
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Incredible..
What a beautiful write.
It said and felt emotion from start
to finish..
Gorgeous.
Best
Love Peace
campanaro
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Thank you very much for the comment, I'm glad you liked it.
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