Shoreline
Things We Lose Have A Way Of Coming Back, Even If You’d prefer It Not To.
I tossed you away.
I tossed you away and yet you return.
Reminding me I’m broken, useless-
Like you.
With each passing wave,
Every time I toss you back in,
You tumble back to me.
I no longer want this memory,
I no longer want to remember.
The waves judge my mistakes.
The waves can feel my guilt
And I can’t conceal it anymore.
Why won’t you let me be free?
Why won’t you let me forget-
Because I shall be punished.
Punished eventually for the crimes I commit.
Every wave, Every tidal passing,
I’m reminded of my cruelty.
Broken, bruised, snapped,
Snapped right down the middle.
I lay the shattered pieces,
A memory lost, before.
Shattered glass, foggy panes,
You’re now deemed useless to me.
Owner’s gone, left in a hurry,
Yet why do you return?
To prove my guilt, You are that proof,
Evidence in that court.
My fingerprints, all smeared on you,
When there’s nothing I can do.
Six foot deep, yet you still haunt,
For you will see me pay.
About the Creator
Elizabeth Butler
Elizabeth Butler has a masters in Creative Writing University .She has published anthology, Turning the Tide was a collaboration. She has published a short children's story and published a book of poetry through Bookleaf Publishing.
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