I wrote this 2 years ago but I still like it so here you go:)
I talk to the waves,
As life washes on,
Bye and past me,
Further and further on.
I talk to the waves,
Telling them my miseries,
Oh what a pain it is,
To be no one else but me.
I talk to the waves,
Waltzing on their beaches,
Dancing for a crowd,
Of crabs and crustaceans.
I talk to the waves,
Gloating of conquests,
Well beyond my years,
But that's what I can do,
With maturity light years ahead of my peers.
I talk to the waves,
Of my hubris and dumb mistakes,
When I begged,
And cried my amazing guise,
More than a superman,
More than a god.
I talk to the waves,
When I'm battled and bruised,
Ridiculed and humbled,
And nothing more than a boy.
I talk to the waves,
Even when I'm gone.
YOU ARE READING
Waiting for the Rain to Fall
PoetryPoems that twine thread around the broken bits of a soul, that fling umbrella lips into beaming buckets and kind of just make you want to say, "life is beautiful, isn't it?" - a totally unbiased review from me, the author.
