Dead On The Beach.



An Original Dark Poetry piece about facing and overcoming
the seemingly constant struggles of our mortal existence.


Bodies staked out on the beach

Bones bleached by a merciless Sun

Devils dance among the sand dunes

Faltering footsteps erased too soon

And lost just like discarded driftwood

Ripped wide open rotting on the sand

Well weathered by time and tide

Black and bloated from the water

Sea birds pick the rancid remnants

Of what was once so fulfilled

Lies lonely,  hollow as a funeral drum

Yearning years under the ocean

Dragged below by the undertow

Wretched weight of all the watchers

Lost on the living who blunder by

Soft sands once a perfect playground

Bathing blindly in benevolent waters

Still, a deadly calm belies the storm

The murderous eddied maelstrom

Which crashes in with turning tides

This turbulent beast never tamed

While we’re drowning in the wake

Such sorry ships pass in the night

Time and tide they wait for none

Now so it seems our time is done

Original Dark Poetry.

Copyright © Craig Detheridge.

2015 – 2017.

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