The PiersA Poem by LinzeyA walk poem that explains my memories at the pier as well as the thoughts I wonder a fellow student Max had before falling from the pier this last February.I never realized how high the waves crash Against the concrete Crumbling into the boulders surrounding it, Protecting it. Letting the rust collect on the lines For safety When we all know they can break From the slightest push against its edge. Don’t go to close and peer over As it might swallow you whole Like the sky does to the lighthouse along its end. I used to love the idea of climbing that lighthouse. It made me think I could be at the world’s edge. Looking over an endless sea (though it really ends near
Canada…) Wishing I could travel to those ends when older and wiser. But then came reality. Stuck in a town that never lets you go With low-lifes With deadbeats With death and constant fear Houses collapsing Abuse and personal destruction Yet, I remember the days of fishing The days of wild animals Running through those boulders Hunting for the fish we would throw out and kill The families we would become friends with Just for a few hours The naivety that will never be there again Some days I wish the waves were higher Where they could sweep me away And let me live my dying fantasies While I dance beneath the sea © 2015 Linzey |
StatsAuthorLinzeyNYAboutI'm 21 as of April 2015 and like to write to express my feelings. A lot of people like to say that my writing isn't the brightest of all stormy looking clouds... but it is my own. I like to read other.. more..Writing
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