By the Water's Edge

Suddenly sitting soberly at the water’s edge, Averting and avoiding the sun by a straw hat, Watching wearily the tide rolling away, Wondering why wastefully I lived my life Feeling far from frantic thoughts Sadly swallowing bitter guilt I gained from the past. The tightened thick rope round my waist, And an anchor as heavy as it can be tight to it Riveting remorse ready and waiting to be dropped by the water’s edge. 08/04/19 Pick A Title, Vol.3 Alliteration Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh