Brokewater Bay
Breaking the cycle
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Hide the signs and swallow the brine; secrets they’re sure to stay.
"Outside the family, don’t tell a soul,
Of the curse of Brokewater Bay."
~
Great-Grandfather Lloyd, when he was a boy, went down for an afternoon play.
Never uttered a word how he got all those scars,
And drank to an early grave.
~
Grandfather Gene, the youngest of three, took a dive at his father’s behest.
Got bashed by rocks, dragged through the sand,
And kept those horrors suppressed.
~
At first as a kid, Dad was strictly forbid to go near Brokewater Bay.
Then Grandpa Gene snapped, dragging Dad back,
And dunked him under the waves.
~
Mom didn’t step in, though knew I had been with Dad at that harrowing beach.
A slave to the call as his forefathers were,
And far too gone to reach.
~
I’m still alive, but barely survived my time at Brokewater Bay.
It calls to me strong to go with the flow,
Like the blood coursing my veins.
~
Till my last dying breath, I won’t soon forget the frothing, turbulent tides.
But I’m wise to the call; it ends with me.
The waters will one day run dry.
About the Creator
Algernon Locke
Amateur writer powered by cheese and unholy spite. I like writing fiction. What kinds? All kinds! Poetry, stories, songs. I'm still finding my place in the literary world. With reader critiques and feedback, I hope to learn and grow.
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