A day at the Beach
It was a nice day at the beach I stood still, fiddling with the soft breeze Searing, vidid streaks of light, Pierced through my eyes Painfully forcing my eyelids to glide open I capture a solitary wave curls, That turned the sunlight to shards I smirked at the sweet justice of the wave that braced my pain with all its might As I coalesced the pieces on the silent horizon, A man, arms thrashing, mirrored back Swallowed by the merciless sea, His screams merge with the salt wind. I looked around and I saw faces, twenties and tens of faces A gallery of stillness, Lines etched in cold unchanging reveries, Eyes vacant, reflecting the abyss. I stand with my voice torn, Screaming against the indifferent sky, My cries dissolve in the vast expanse. Nothing reverberates, nothing moves in sync "HELP! HELP! THAT MAN IS DROWNING!" Pointing my finger as sharp as a dagger In hopes it aims at the devouring waves Sunbathers gazes anchor, unyielding, Lips sealed, hearts sealed, A congregation