Erosion

I can feel something eating at me, 

much like the rocks who live by the sea,

less and less, wave by wave,

clinging to the pieces I've saved.

A life near the ocean seemed so great.

I remind myself that i choose this fate.

Some mornings are so clear with sweetness and sunshine,

that it makes me forgive the parts stolen of mine.

The salt sometimes stings, yet i still stay.

like a rock at the oceans bay. 

Author's Note

I write here because I have difficulty expressing my frustrations elsewhere. Please don't crush this safe place with hatred. Thanks.

Reviews

[Colin Kingsden]

I loved the lines " The salt sometimes stings, yet i still stay/ like a rock at the oceans bay."
As somebody who lives near the ocean, these images were rich and vivid to me. Sometimes a love-hate relationship with where one lives is just the nature of things, isn't it?

Thanks for sharing!
-C. Kingsden

[Lacy Cole]

Thank you!