The Beach
So alone in the cold world
I listen to the thunder roar
Watch the waves crash
Eroding another part of my life
Tears run down a worn torn face
I grip tightly to my demise
A beginning or an end
Will there be music or brimstones
I toggle the thoughts in my mind
Then the voice sounded out
Louder than the thunder
More powerful than the waves
All it asked was if I was cold
Sitting all alone
Then the clouds rolled away
Waves became ripples
I threw my death in the ocean
So that I could reach up
To grab the hand that reached for me
To begin my new life