anger pours out of me in frustrated waves
eardrum-shattering
yet there is no soul in sight as they crash against the worn, rocky shore
the homes perched upon the small cliffside are weathered and abandoned
their wooden frames creaky and rotting from years of neglect and wear from the salty ocean air
the forgotten beach of lost memories sits still in time
almost like it had never existed at all
besides the roar of the vanishing waves, the only other noise is the shrieking cries of the seagulls
scrounging the unsteady pier for the rare crumb of food
the sun still rises and sets as it has for millenia
a blind eye turned to the ghost town