The Beach

I finally found some inspiration for writing a poem thanks to MERECA's amazing poetry. So this is just a random poem I wrote about the beach. Just for your information I love the beach and don't really think of it in this way, but imagined I did so I could write it as more of a metaphor.

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The beach.

Perfect piles of golden sand amidst the 
Glowing aqua-marine waves
Soaring over the coastline.
The horizon just a perfect line separating the
Bright, blue sky from the
Mellow waves.

Calm.
Peaceful.
The place you want to be.

But as your feet move over the grains of
Sand, the sand every other person finds
Beautiful,
Soft,
Endearing,
All you can think about is how the sand is just 
Sprinkled across a ground of
Rock.
Hard
Rock.
Papering over the cracks of what was
Old and 
Worn and 
Dying.

And how what seems to be the
Soft summer heat flooding through your
Toes is only the burning of the
Pain you never wish to recognise.

And how the simmering waves are only
Disasters waiting to crash down
Before you,
Under you,
Over you,
Dragging you
Down and
Down and
Down.

And whilst you plead out for help you're
D
r
o
w
n
i
n
g
in the ocean swallowing you
Whole.

And you see that horizon giving you 
Hope.
Realisation that it 
Could
Be
Okay.
But it's only glaring at you in shame.
For it's just a scar in the sky, 
Scratched by the claws of 
Birds and humans admiring its 
Beauty, its
'Perfect-ness' its 
Nothing.

Admiring the beach as if it's the most magical place to
Ever 
have 
been.
But it's not.

The beach.

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