WASH AWAY MY SORROW


 

WASH AWAY MY SORROW

 

 

Please wash away my sorrow and pain.
Let it flow down the streets with the rain.
Dissolved in torrents of despair and sadness,
Joining others on its way past the madness.

The ocean may take it far away,
To places, we cannot even say.
Where no one recognizes its sting 
Or knows the infliction it can bring.

Let the rain grow harder with its might,
Becoming hail on this fateful night.
I want to be free of all traces
Of unwanted feelings and faces.

My body grows cold from the rain.
It stands clean and free from the pain.
Shivers create a path down my spine,
As I wait in the dark woods of pine.

I hold my head high to the wet spray.
It becomes a mist of blue and grey.
The faucet has turned off for the night,
Leaving me feeling clean and so right.

THE DEAD GAME SERIES

Thanksgiving

The soothing waves turn choppy.
Residents become fearful.
Paradise turns deadly.
Don’t get caught in the storm
as The Dead take their true form. 
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I WALK

 

 

Purple sprays my face.

Orange blinds my eyes.

Ice coats my toes.

Salt whips my hair.

I shut my eyes and walk.

My heels dig into the wet sand.

I move deeper into the water.

Waves attack my shivering body.

I waver for a moment.

Then I continue my journey.

I slit my eyes open.

The sky burns red.

The sun has lowered its face.

I stand in icy water in muted colors of amber.

Time to return to the shore.

Or not.

I continue to walk.

ANCHORS IN THE WIND

ponderation:

Postcard from Tulum by Todd Wall

 

Calm blue waters.

Pink sand.

Palm trees wave in the sea breeze.

A burst of wind lifts the palm trees.

From their roots, they fly.

From their anchors in the sand.

A puff of wind

and they’re gone.

THE OCEAN ROARS ITS FURY

 

 

The ocean roars its fury.

It removes any intruders.

No boats to drift on its surface.

No swimmers to ride its waves.

Frustration hits the rocks.

Anger raises the wave swells.

Birds flee.

The sun hides.

We wait.

Will the waters recede?

The answer lies in the ocean’s depths.