Nothing sounded but the sea,
The tide encroaching on my path
Flooded my footprints
With a swell,
A swell,
Then receded
Leaving small saline lakes
Where a would-be suicide had trod.
A gull glided silently on the ocean thermals
Then dipped to float on the surface
Like a small rubber duck,
But all I saw was a drowning pool,
And all I heard was the sound of the sea.
The pier stretched out before me
In the near distance,
Its neon burning brighter
With every passing minute
As the twilight fell,
Fell,
But all I saw behind me was a wasted youth,
And all I heard was the sound of the sea.
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