|White Sand Written: May 12, 2004
The serene beach,
With beautiful sea shells,
Scattered in powder white sand,
Reflect sunsets that reach out for miles.
But the broken shells,
Scratched my bare feet,
And the cold hearted water,
Pulled me far under the surface.
I opened my eyes,
Only to feel the sting and close them,
It was then I knew,
They’d never open again.
There were no lifeguards,
No one came to find my lifeless body,
No one seemed to care,
I was just left there to die.
I was left to be forgotten,
Maybe if the tide carried me in,
And I stained the sand red,
Maybe they’d remember me then.