August 27, 2008
By Christy Cee GOLD, Baltimore, Maryland
Christy Cee GOLD, Baltimore, Maryland
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Waves crash
Seagulls call
The air is salty
I feel so small

I walk along the shore
Crunching of shells
The birds circle overhead
Casting spells

I see a boat
Out at sea
It does not move
Intriguing me

It is fragmented
What a loss
Half has sunk
Covered in moss

I start to wonder
What happened here?
The boat tells a tale
Anyone care to hear?

I think of the men
Lost at sea
Their wives back home
Making their plea

"Darling, come back!
Will he make it home?
I miss him."
Lost in the sea foam.

Dark days
Tell darker stories
It makes me sad
casting away other worries

I watch the tide
Go out, come in
I'm forced to remember
The things akin

Sad memories
Lost in my head
Like the boat,
Now the sea is its bed

This shard of a ship
Reflects on the sand
It beckons me
Holds out its hand

It pulls me in
Closer, closer
I touch the water
It gets colder and colder

The waves splash
All around
I just keep walking
Never hearing a sound

Soon I'm gone
Lost at sea
Like the boat
Never to be free.

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