Wind Burned

She walks along the harbor lines Craving to take a dive into The foamy turbulent waves. Ignorant to the depth and temperature. As the salty winter mist fills her senses, She is awakened with a deep unknown A hole locked with secrets and tales unknown Is shaking almost to break free. And he found her sitting on the dock of the bay Her long hair blowing in the wind that She feels is about to blow her away. She does not move to the sound his shoes Create on the broken dock he walks upon. Her face blankly staring out across the way Reflecting on her aspirations and hopes that Drown in her very own tides she created To help destroy all that she knew and cherished. The grave she built for herself was one of contentment She walks around all day and night in a fog With the scenes from her one woman burial And her very own hand shut and locked her own casket