Posted on Sep 3, 2012


Sitting by the sea
he found brief respite
From the chaos
and the lies
The water washed over
the pebbled beach
He wanted it to take
him out of reach
whilst two gulls
watch him from the sides
Oh how he wishes
he could run and hide

So tired is he of
all and everything
The sea opens up
and is welcoming
Sails point high
pointing to an
endless sky
a the boats fly on
the sea
Away from madness
imagining only endless peace

Posted in: Poetry