Sea ShellsA Poem by Ruben Rodriguez
Sitting on driftwood, with a pint in my hand
Burying my toes and soul in the sand Watching a wave as it rises, crests, and breaks Listening to the hiss the white foam makes Calming ocean waters, brilliant and blue Nothing calms my mind, not even this view Smelling the ocean spray and beach around me Drinking the pint until it's empty Hearing the palm trees rustle their leaves Swaying back and forth in the ocean breeze Fighting seagulls tussle over food Rehearsing my suicide to better my mood Collecting sea shells, the children walk by Treasuring the skeletons that catch their eye Feeling jealous of a crab, it's legs in the air Laying dead on it's back, life can be unfair © 2017 Ruben Rodriguez |
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Added on April 23, 2017 Last Updated on April 23, 2017 AuthorRuben RodriguezNYC, NYAboutI've been writing poetry since 2014, so I'm a novice. I'm obsessed with having my poetry rhyme, but I'd like to eventually write different types of poetry. I mostly write about: love, depression, alco.. more..Writing
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