Beach

I love the sound of squelching sand beneath my feet and the wailing cry
Of a lonesome gull,
I watch my embroided  footprints of crooked toes and worn out soles vanish under galloping waves,
That swoon and disappear only
To rise again
Upon the restless sea.

The radiant sun mocks me,
everything is vivid turquoise
Greens and yellows.
But it's wasting it's energy on this poor soul my world has turned monotone and grey.

she's gone,screaming I deserve more.
I could see it coming it was of no surprise by the hunger that burned in her eyes.

I leave the happy faces with their happy lives and their vanilla and chocolate cones.
I kick a forgotten sandcastle collapsing the turrets into a unholy mess.

I head home to throw bottles against walls
And to pray that it might rain tomorrow .