At the Shore
Drunk, by the sea I stood
I whispered into the air
“This is it… I’m dying…
With a bottle on my hand.”
Drunk, by the sea I sat
I stared into the sea
Thinking, deeply, of memories
Of anything that’s barely there
Of everything I left
Of nothing, and nothing at all.
Drunk, by the see I scampered
In search for words that seemed lost
Scampering, panting,
I lost ground.
And at my last breath, drunk
I muttered words
I bade goodbye
At the shore.
Copyright © Cherie Gozon | Year Posted 2013
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