**
Slid up under the door
softly, without a sound
a postcard on the floor
waiting there to be found
No sirens to alarm me
no warning it gave
seemingly carefree
a message sent from the grave
It read, remember the sandcastles
built tall under the sun
The red and blue tassels
before the storm had begun
The call of the wind chimes
and the songs the birds sang
Recalling the good times
echoing loves sweet gentle pang
Then the door was flung open
fear escaped from my mouth
Evil had awoken
I heard deaths deep, hollow growl
No-one left to save me
I surrendered my will
And was drug out to sea
under Davy Jone's swill
The past never forgets
the sea always remembers
You will pay for your debts
in hell's deep burning embers
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Comments (8)
Amazing poem! Well done!🥰
I'm loving the dark eery vibe of this!! And that ending is awesome!!
Very beautiful and raw. " a message sent from the grave It read, remember the sandcastles built tall under the sun"- this hits me deep.
So poignant and emotional! I especially loved the ending!
"Signed, sealed, delivered, I'm yours," would be the response if there was opportunity for one.
Quite the piece of artistry in words.
Wow!!! 'I surrendered my will And was drug out to sea under Davy Jone's swill' I always love references to Davy Jone's locker!
A swift, well delivered, excellent piece. I was swept away. Good Luck! Wonderful!