Sea of Regret

Sea of Regret

A Poem by Shayla Sayer
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i wrote this poem for my younger brother, who is "drowning" himself in drugs and alcohol... this poem is a tribute to him, although it is unlikely that i will ever show it to him.

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I sigh and watch you resurface

I cannot go near this place that you have chosen

To make your last stand.

And even if I could…

Would I kill myself, to force you to win a fate

You want no part of?

My heart throbs and tells me I would

Tells me if I could… If you would accept such a sacrifice…

I would do it, give up my last breath, to give you one more.

The sea of regret swells towards me

And I let it wash over my feet, for while I am afraid

Of the inky blackness that creeps along the shore…

I cannot leave you in this place, alone.

But with every breath you gain

You lose it to shout at me

Telling me of my faults�"

Am I the cause of this pain you are enduring…?

My head says it cannot be

That mantle should rest upon another’s shoulders…

But who else would bear such guilt, without bitterness, but I?

I know I shouldn’t risk it

I know this sea is no place for me…

But still I inch my way forward

Arms outstretched

I only want to hold you

Close and ever dear

For I know I cannot save you

Your drowning is created by your own design

This sea of regret lies within your mind

And there’s not much I can do

Save spend some time with you.

You go under again

And I rush forward

Feet drifting

And I grab a hold of you, pulling you to the surface

But you claw at me

With desperate hands

You don’t want, or need, my assistance

And as you sink out of sight

I realize that I can no longer touch the bottom

And as I’m drifting out to sea

I notice that there is no one on the shore to save me

And I cannot swim in a pool, and these dangerous black waters

Hold only nightmares.

I begin to shiver and sink

Knowing in my heart

That my helping only hindered

And you don’t even remember my name.

© 2011 Shayla Sayer


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This poem struck me to my core. I found myself reading this through my sister's eyes as she watched me struggle with alcoholism, drug addiction, and anorexia. It was chilling reading your words and seeing myself in between the letters. You have moved me beyond description, my dear. Beautiful work.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Wow, the ending caught me by surprise; yet I can so relate to this. This is brimming with emotion, passion and love. Fantastic job, sweety!

Posted 12 Years Ago


This poem struck me to my core. I found myself reading this through my sister's eyes as she watched me struggle with alcoholism, drug addiction, and anorexia. It was chilling reading your words and seeing myself in between the letters. You have moved me beyond description, my dear. Beautiful work.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is a powerful write, I can sense the utter desperation behind your words as you describe the helplessness of this love. It's overwhelmingly heart-wrenching, you have a talent for displaying such raw emotion, thank you for sharing. I enjoyed it.

Posted 12 Years Ago


You give me hope in the female-kind, and remind me why I love women. This intention to help, nurture, protect, empower (it's just overwhelmingly beautiful to me).

Posted 13 Years Ago


good one see mine too "QUEST OF LIFE".

Posted 13 Years Ago


very good poem.....keep them coming!

Posted 13 Years Ago


stunningly heart wrenching!

Posted 13 Years Ago


very emotional. I like it. I hope your brother quits drowning soon.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Shayla my friend this is such a powerful, enigmatic poem. It cries out in anguish, pain, remorse, as you try to reach out to a loved one who does not wish in his deranged mind to be saved. I only hope for your sake, that putting your pen and heart to paper has been a cathartic manner in which to help heal your pain.
This is very well written, if I could give it 200 points I would

Posted 13 Years Ago


OMG I think this is nearly word for word how I have felt on a occasion or two. It grasps at the very strings I thought would be forever severed,

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Shayla Sayer
Shayla Sayer

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