Dec 2013
Footsteps imprinted on sand,
Leaving a thin trail towards me.
As I'm looking back-
Radiant sunlight carves out scars
On unprotected flesh.
As I look forward-
A vast, swallowing ocean awaits,
While above humanity sleeps
In tender, creamy purity.
Take hold-
Wash over these dry toes,
I've given up
Trying.
Leaving a thin trail towards me.
As I'm looking back-
Radiant sunlight carves out scars
On unprotected flesh.
As I look forward-
A vast, swallowing ocean awaits,
While above humanity sleeps
In tender, creamy purity.
Take hold-
Wash over these dry toes,
I've given up
Trying.
This poem was written in the sense that you're viewing what's happening from the narrator's point of view, as he describes what's happening, although everything is covered by specific meaning.
