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
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