This poem is about the sins and regrets of man. |
The sun sets over the ocean, its reflection is great. I begin to yeild to its beauty thinking... dreaming..... oblivious to my surroundings yet aware inside. A sudden chill takes over, I tremble. Reality stings me like the thorn of a rose. I fall to my knees. The tides rush towards my feet rhythmically as if to mock me. I gazed out at the sea and cursed it wildly. Enviest of the sun, the sea, the waves, and the moon for looming over me in their glory and sense of accomplishment. My inner demons began to surface all at once. Every regret, sorrow, and anguish i've ever felt tormented me viciously as if hell opened its gates just for me. I can no longer move my body. I have not the will nor the faith to save me from my sins made flesh. I begin to feel myself slip away, drifting into the claws and talons of death. In platen fear I prayed. Screaming to the one on whom I turned my back on. Begging, pleading, bargaining with christ I all but give up hope. In my last moments I lay thinking of how life could've been had I followed him always, now its too late....I drift away... |