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The Seagulls Still Fly

That big wave,
Moving, slowly, closer, closer
Closer, rising into the air,
Crinkling at the edges

Closer, closer, breaking, crashing
I watch as it comes, almost
Letting it tickle my
Toes, touch my head

But it swallows me in
Its overwhelming strength
I can't breathe,
Sucked beneath the surface,
Stolen from
Everything I love
And need in my life

The sea sits calmly
Nothing is disturbed, perhaps
Someone heard a scream, muffled
By the waves
But nothing else has changed
The browning beach grass still
Rustles in the wind
The seagulls still fly
Combing the fine grains of sand for
Trash littered by the people
Who don't care

I'm gone
But nothing's changed





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Boosflash This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 11, 2010 at 6:20 pm
you sound like no one cares about you. like they just put you in the oven and baked you like you were a cookie. youre stuff is really good. 5 stars captain.
 
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