Anguish

While walking along the beach, I listen to the waves crash. But all I hear is your voice and how you had called me trash. I detect abject anguish within a seagull's shrill cry. For it sounds in agony, shrieking, go away and die. The ocean calls me to Her like a siren with no face. And whispering soothing sounds, She lures me to Her embrace. I feel Her currents pull me to the depths of the unknown. And washing away my tears, She mingles mine with Her own. Slipping under Her waters, I exhale my final breath. And extinguishing life's spark sink into the arms of death. (Quatrain) 6/2/2015

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Line Gauthier

Date: 3/4/2018 10:20:00 PM

Dark poem - figurative death closes that chapter to rise again stronger. Well done, Emile.

Emile Pinet
Date: 3/5/2018 9:29:00 AM

Thanks Line, I truly appreciate your support and encouragement my friend, Emile.

Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser

Date: 6/3/2015 9:13:00 AM

Emile, what a tragic end when someone chooses death to escape anguish. You write with so much imagery and words chosen are right intensifying what you meant!~olive eloisa =')

Emile Pinet
Date: 6/3/2015 12:36:00 PM

Thanks so much Olive, I appreciate your warm words of encouragement and support. Emile.

Jack Horne

Date: 6/3/2015 5:35:00 AM

powerful indeed, my friend

Emile Pinet
Date: 6/3/2015 7:17:00 AM

Thanks Jack, I appreciate your comments. Emile.

Kp Nunez

Date: 6/2/2015 9:20:00 PM

This is deep, no pun intended, Emile. :-) I really have a deep respect for people who are able to put into words their perceptions about a certain feeling or idea, without all the drama. I find that your style is much more potent. However, everything is subjective with regards to writing. Loved this. Kim :-)

Emile Pinet
Date: 6/3/2015 7:18:00 AM

Thanks Kim, I appreciate your comments. Emile.

Me Me

Date: 6/2/2015 8:20:00 PM

While you have it categorized as angst, I find it much more of a plea for help. It's a bittersweet sort of poem. When writing verse like this, pour your heart out into it, and it will reflect passion! I personally enjoyed the sea gull's shrill cry, I have never thought until now (after reading this) to ever use a sea gull for much of anything other than a "sign" of bad luck or as a change in the "wind" Good job!

Emile Pinet
Date: 6/2/2015 8:29:00 PM

Thanks Sam, I appreciate your visit. Emile.