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Low Tide

December 21, 2015
By Aorist_Satori GOLD, Ephrata, Pennsylvania
Aorist_Satori GOLD, Ephrata, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
"The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing." -Socrates


Her eyes were once this ocean,

Pale sickly, stormy moor.

Now weary heels strike empty sand

As sorrow haunts this shore.


Flesh entangled o’re these shells.

Words captured on these crests.

As murky tides sink ever low,

She wails for my caress.


I see her in still waters.

Hear her crash against sunk stones.

I turn to meet her whispered gusts,

To find I am alone.


Yet still I linger on here,

Begging, cursing ebbing foam.

Oh, lost girl, how can I call

This ghastly coast my home?


For years ago I loved this sea,

I swore to never leave her side.

Lost love, break upon my shore

That I may drown her haunted eyes.


The author's comments:

For those who have learned how to drown.


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