BEACH

At the far corner of a sombre life,
The end spreads like the limitless sea.
The waves rhythmically lashing against the rocks,
Letting loose a seductive strain.

The evening dons a forevermore look,
As it alights on the waning soul,
Setting it on a dispassionate fire,
Burgeoning it with the fuel of silence.

The last currents of the day will flow this way,
Laden with promises of a picturesque heaven.
They would comfort the grieving,
And pray for those departing.

Soon the evening would bleed,
And from its wounds would rise the majestic night-
The waves would raise their pitch to roars.
As I lay under the crumbling rocks, the sea would wash me over and over again,
Until the last wisps of life is wiped out of my skin.

One by one the stones would fall,
Drowning me under the debris of tomorrow.