Beach
The seas, salty hands embrace eroded rocks as
Sea birds phase in and out, between hidden dimensions of sunlight.
Hills fall away, land snatched by ocean
One blue plastic bucket stands alone discarded, a sentinel, defiant, against the tide.
Beach
The seas, salty hands embrace eroded rocks as
Sea birds phase in and out, between hidden dimensions of sunlight.
Hills fall away, land snatched by ocean
One blue plastic bucket stands alone discarded, a sentinel, defiant, against the tide.
If I don’t shout, I am not heard.
No spoken word, have to claw be understood.
My fingers bleed, I cannot breathe.
If I don’t shout, I am not heard.
If I don’t shout, I cannot taste.
My chocolate face, soft and gooey
grin is runny, lip gloss fruity.
If I don’t shout, I cannot taste.
If I don’t shout, I cannot smell.
Sulphur hell, brown rotted earth.
Sweet and sickly, eaten quickly.
If I don’t shout, I cannot smell.
If I don’t shout, I am not seen.
Disappear, into a dream, become a haze.
Inside a maze, my mind is closed.
If I don’t shout, I am not seen.
If I don’t shout, I cannot feel.
Hard like steel, bones fuse hard.
Heart goes still, iron overkill.
If I don’t shout I cannot feel.
If I don’t shout, I am not here.
Pulled apart, take out my heart,
empty grave, no soul remains.
If I don’t shout I am not here.