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Sitting, waiting, contemplating… Is it time? I watch the waves roll up as they kiss the sand. A sizzle escapes into the air. The hot, scorching fire put out Hushed, quieted. I’m dying… The clouds float in the water, the sky The gulls swim, fly My skin is pink, my energy drained The sun greedy, taking, stealing away I’m dying... I resign, no hope, gone. It’s gone. I walk ankle-deep The waves grab at my legs, tugging “Come” the waves call “Come” they whisper So seductive, tempting, easy Knee-deep the wind rushes around me, tussles my hair The water, cold, numbing, driving my senses I’m dying… It pulls, tugs, pushes up to my thighs, my waist The cold, I **** in a breath, calm Calming, the rocking, the swaying I hear the whispers. The wind calls. It beckons. It’s hungry. “Let go” I’m dying… It’s easy. I float, I surrender The waves sweep me away, buoying me up I feel light, weightless. It’s so simple. Beautiful, the waves reach over me, embrace me The cold is gone, no the heat rushes in, burns But only for a moment The dark comes, consumes, soothes Nothing more, never more… Finished.
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Aug 13, 2010
Aug 13, 2010 at 6:38 PM UTC
Oblivion
Sitting, waiting, contemplating… Is it time? I watch the waves roll up as they kiss the sand. A sizzle escapes into the air. The hot, scorching fire put out Hushed, quieted. I’m dying… The clouds float in the water, the sky The gulls swim, fly My skin is pink, my energy drained The sun greedy, taking, stealing away I’m dying... I resign, no hope, gone. It’s gone. I walk ankle-deep The waves grab at my legs, tugging “Come” the waves call “Come” they whisper So seductive, tempting, easy Knee-deep the wind rushes around me, tussles my hair The water, cold, numbing, driving my senses I’m dying… It pulls, tugs, pushes up to my thighs, my waist The cold, I **** in a breath, calm Calming, the rocking, the swaying I hear the whispers. The wind calls. It beckons. It’s hungry. “Let go” I’m dying… It’s easy. I float, I surrender The waves sweep me away, buoying me up I feel light, weightless. It’s so simple. Beautiful, the waves reach over me, embrace me The cold is gone, no the heat rushes in, burns But only for a moment The dark comes, consumes, soothes Nothing more, never more… Finished.
monica-rose
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monica-rose
American
Aug 13, 2010
Aug 13, 2010 at 6:38 PM UTC
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