Dark Dream

67 8 6
                                    

The cool breeze sweeps by,

making the fresh ocean scent stronger.

My hair billows like a bird in flight,

as I look out to the sea.

The waves crash and tumble,

angry and violent.

A reflection of my feelings

my feelings inside.

I let out a scream,

furious at your decision.

I stand at the edge,

of the dark, rolling water.

My legs take me in,

deeper and deeper.

My feet keep going,

till it all goes black.

PoetryWhere stories live. Discover now