Washed Up
Washed up on the beach
Sand wet against my face
Grit covering my soaked gown
Tasting the salt in my airways
Trying to pull my body up
From the sludge left by the tide
My arms weak from swimming out to sea
Sudden realization that the ocean spat me out
Gathering my resources
I slowly scramble to my knees then feet
You watched me walk away
Into the heavy drink
Flitting your eyes
As if to say "goodbye"
But no word you uttered
Looking morose but yet relieved
Only your cold stare
To send me a farewell
Tears you never shed
When I plunged within the angry surf
No glances back as you lingered by the driftwood
Satisfaction in your poisonous pride
Oh yes, let me go
Cleanse me water of deep
The promises made not kept
If you saw a stranger
Being carried out by moons light
Your nature to rescue a wretch
Ah, but me
Not you to swim after me
Leave me in Neptune's lair
Without any thought of joining
Not even a tear for me
Succumbed to the beckoning
The dark waters caress over me
As rays of crystals gleam
The sunrise illuminated the bottom
Translucent spotlights on me
Out of body and fragmented mind
When the hands of the forever star
Made my abyss no more
They left me on the coast
Where I could now breath
Shrouded by angelic arms
All that you left
A cigarette on the bank
Without a match
Guess you thought
I wouldn't come back
Copyright © Andrea Travis | Year Posted 2014
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