The Seaside

Today, in Octobers thrall, he wants to be beside the seaside
Even on a cold and windy day, listening to seagulls cry
Feeling the power of the waves in his being
Looking at the breakers, all to him have meaning

He needs inspiration in his life as a whole
A new direction to help his lost soul
The sea has the power to help him think
In it’s embrace his heart does sink

He’s always had an affinity with the sea
A healthy respect for it as should be
The sounds and smells calm his mind
By the sea he recharges, no need to hide

Whether he sits on the beach or on a bench
Eating fish and chips, it’ll be a wrench
For he would have to leave and return to purgatory
To continue his life’s hell, hoping now it’s temporary

He imagines himself walking by the pier
Maybe in a pub, looking out the window with his beer
Or walking through the lanes and quaint streets
Talking to strangers, friends new to meet

Anything and anywhere but where he does live
A new place, a new start, his soul he would give
But to be by the sea is something he does need
A city, a town, a village, it doesn’t matter he so impede’s