Beach

I stand upon an empty shore, accursed and feeling low, my feet sink into sandy floor the result of undertow. But heaviness is too at fault my pain like a dark weight into the sea I'd like to vault maybe to be shark bait. NO! I won't. . . I'd be a dolt, to waste my lasting time I'd miss my boys, so cannot bolt to then become fish slime. For now this beach I will enjoy its sunset and warm waves my boys will soon come to employ their laughter that much saves. I cannot wait to see them run along this pristine patch, to swim and dig and hunt in sun for shells to quickly snatch. My heart'll be light when this day is, and boys will be with me it shall be like a heaven bliss and I'll cry as we watch the sea.