Lonely Beach Nights

Written after a night out, where I just wanted to let my true self out.

I sit at the beach

A liquor bottle at reach

My tears now lost in the sand

Stability is my only demand

I hate this inability to understand

The reasoning behind my fears

I can feel each grain of sand

Each just as explicit as my pain

Would this beach still be beautiful…

If you knew I left behind years of tears, fear and pain

Where the children now go out to play?

 

Happy memories seem unreal

Just a composition of my active imagination

My fears are lost at sea

Happiness in a distance

I can see it through the fog

Is this what I’ve been searching for all along

Why can’t I be a lighthouse

And lead it straight to me, will the ocean not be a guide

Can you not pull in with the tide?

I reach again for my bottle, another pull

A ocean is just a pool filled with tears

That once washed away my pain

Why can’t the bad memories just fade away

Author's Note

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Reviews

[John the Baptist]

The speaker in this one is carrying a heavy load of past. It seems to be present often and is particularly acute this night. He/she is seeking comfort at the bottom of a bottle. Unfortunately, it's not there.