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
The place you want to be.
But as your feet move over the grains of
Sand, the sand every other person finds
All you can think about is how the sand is just
Sprinkled across a ground of
Papering over the cracks of what was
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
And whilst you plead out for help you're
in the ocean swallowing you
And you see that horizon giving you
Realisation that it
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
Admiring the beach as if it's the most magical place to
But it's not.