Friday, 14 December 2012


sitting on the sand
head resting in hand
single tear rolling down my cheek

staring out at the sea
drowning in what will never be
tumultuous waves mirror my soul

biting wind so bitter
lip begins to quiver
heart aches to feel your warmth

tide lapping to and fro
unsure which way to go
internal storm ferociously raging
clouds cover the sun
as I turn to you and run
away from this storm I'll be free

(c) SA MacNeil


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