Oceanside :: ajd144 :: Original Poetry

Oceanside

Oceanside,

It’s where we once walked,

And where I now walk alone.

I sit down to look upon the waters,

But I try not to stay too long,

For there is a hidden, dangerous draw

In listening to that eternal song.

It draws me in deep

And tries to drag me from the shore,

But I fight back and wretch free—

I am enchanted no more.

Dripping, gasping I swim out

And freeze upon the wet sand.

All I need is a towel,

The reassurance of your calm hand.

But you’re not there;

The high tide has swallowed your track.

Your beach towel is missing;

The ocean’s white foaming lips smack.

You’ve gone swimming without me

Because I’m not ready to leave the shore.