The Perfect Day
poem about the beach
Steeped in furious misery I sat on the beach gazing out at the seaEmpty except for the last few stragglers Trying to desperately cling onto the remnants of a dying dayThe sparkling sun reflecting against a cerulean blue seaEvery foamy hiss and swirl of waveReflected my inner turmoil Brooding, angry and heartbroken with the worldWishing our toxic relationship was healthierSick to death of the world and my lifeWishing that...