Waves

Waves

By

Ann Outlaw

I sat on the wet chair

A blank stare over the crashing waves

I lit my cigarette

I'm a slave to digging my own grave

My mind haunts me

His memory never fades 

Visions of the man I crave

Dance in my head, I cave 

When I walked away, I thought I was brave

Now I know I only wanted a path he couldn't pave 

If it's too late for our love to be saved

Slip me out to sea, forever dancing under the waves

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

Why is it we want what we can't have? A child's dilemma, an adult's conundrum.

[Ann Outlaw]

Perfectly said. Thanks for stopping by.

[willweb]

I once wrote a little two-line poem that read; "How do you get over someone you know you will never get over?" This is how this piece feels to me. The loneliness of the wet chair on the beach, the hypnotic rhythm of the waves and the never ending thoughts of that one person, the love and feeling like nothing else matters at this point. Nicely done Ann

[Ann Outlaw]

Ahhh yes, wonderful question - how do you get over someone you know you'll never get over....a loaded framework, for sure.