The Winter of the Damned

As the sun peaked over the horizon, bathed in the deep blue sea,

A smile glimmered upon its restful face as it spied him for the first time,

A blast of sunlight, a warmth of the sun’s rays heated his body,

Infusing him with the blessings of Mother Nature as it continued to climb.

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The sea breeze wrapped him in its loving arms, cooling the burn,

Before the blistering of his skin could redden and cause him torment,

Sweat dried in salty stickiness as it is surfed by the wind’s fingers,

And flung to the heavens, leaving him with his natural manly scent.

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The waves crested gracefully upon his weary feet, soothing the ache,

As he paddled along the foreshore between his passions and his dreams,

Thoughts whispered their convoluting arguments loudly, his eyes darting to and fro,

Negative self talk pounding, pure hearted wishes mingling and drama forecast in streams.

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The airwaves of human noises beat against his forehead, demoralising,

Until the laughter of happy children rode the sound bars of the early hours,

He couldn’t help but lift his mood, uplifting it into ecstasy, remembering his childhood,

His heart racing through the memories in playback and precious showers.

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The coolness of the ocean’s sea spray lands upon his upturned face,

The youth of his eyebrows skirting the balding hairline of an elderly man,

Years and years passed through the wisdom that fell from his thin lips,

As he pandered to his thoughts, digesting all of whom he once began.

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Tiny crustaceans roamed upon his landscaped torso, weeding out the scars,

Sacred patches of hair strands a home for their lichen, hidden amongst his feelings,

Scampering to the beat of the ocean’s tides as it rose high only to fall low,

The debris that’s left behind, left for his solo attempts at reprimanded dealings.

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I wandered past him on his lonely walk through the tumultuous life he’s leading,

And I heard him muttering to himself, harshly scolding in a low breath,

“Stand tall you fool, don’t you know that you’ve beaten back the constant struggles,

Grown into a man of means, a loyal man and one that has finally honoured death.”

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