Wave Breaking Beneath the Pier, Folly Beach, SC
© Doug Hickok All Rights Reserved
It is here.
A force to be reckoned.
It grows by the second,
thrashing under the bridge,
leaving death in its wake.
Leave me be.
My dying wish isn’t
to be consumed by the sea.
Waves hit the rocks
with frozen blocks.
They plow through the sand,
sharp claws in their hand.
They ravage the shore,
coming back for more.
A battle with no end.
A force we cannot bend.
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.
Hit me.
Strike me.
I won’t fall.
Soak me.
Shake me.
I won’t melt.
Sink me.
Drown me.
I’ll still be here.
The landscape is cold and bleak.
I’m beginning to feel weak.
Ice is melting in my shoes.
I’m getting the winter blues.
I can’t find my way from here.
I had thought the town was near.
I’ve been walking for days.
I’m in some kind of daze.
There’s a break in the rocks ahead.
I hope they don’t leave me for dead.
My friends have to come back to me.
Rocks and trees are all I can see.
My friends are in the park playing ball.
I didn’t have to be afraid at all.
We have reached the edge.
Nowhere left to go.
We escaped the party.
The deadly game from hell.
Let’s jump into the ocean.
Swim our way to shore.
To the beach filled with tourists.
Where help can be found.
We can’t return to End House.
The evil house of illusions.
Filled with traps and dead bodies.
We will never return.
Come, take my hand.
Let’s fly off the rocks.
Soar through the air.
Like a pair of white doves.
Footsteps behind us.
Creatures fly above.
The time is now or never.
To take our chance.
THE DEAD GAME
DEMON ROCK
A demon paradise.
Who goes there?
Who walks the night?
I hear moans,
Grunts, and sighs.
Show yourself.
I want you gone.
The sun will rise.
But you won’t.
Cliff House and Seal Rocks by Moonlight, San Francisco, c 1900.
The waves dance in fury,
hitting the sharp rocks.
The house towers above,
glaring at intruders.
Death to anyone
who dare to violate its shores.
THE DEAD GAME
I want to find Zen.
I want to relax.
I sit.
Focus on the rocks.
Admire how they fit together.
How the sun shines on them.
Everything in perfect harmony.
I’m trying.
Not working.
Getting restless.
No Zen for me today.
The landscape is cold and bleak.
I’m beginning to feel weak.
Ice is melting in my shoes.
I’m getting the winter blues.
I can’t find my way out of here.
I had thought the town was so near.
I’ve been walking for days.
I’m in some kind of daze.
There’s a break in the rocks ahead.
I hope they didn’t leave me for dead.
My friends have to come back for me.
Rocks and trees are all I can see.
My friends are in the park playing ball.
I didn’t have to be afraid at all.
