ABL

ABL


Grey shadow covered
Weeping on the sand
Overcast above
And a seashell in my hand
Stained the face the hands
Gritty seconds tick off my life
Surviving through death-dealing waves on
The abandoned beach of life.
I've been there
I've seen there
I've sat there
I've weeped there
I've laid down cold and helpless
Woke up and felt the heat
Searing through the rags
That were left me by the sea.
I know.


May 3/01