Hazelnut eyes look at me, An ocean of sorrow reflected back At times, the tides turn, The waves slowing down, And allowing for a moment of happiness But, all too soon, It's washed away, Drawn back in by those cerulean arches My face, the tan flesh resting there, Is like the golden shore, A map of grainy sand Tread over again and again The ocean waves, Majestic in their beauty, Merciless in their cruelty, Constantly bear down on me
© 9 July 2019, by Haley Scully
Introverted Creativity 