The earth beneath you rumbles,
The ground beneath you shakes,
All your nightmares crumble,
Leaving nothing in their wake.
The longest of the hours,
Feel like the smallest grains of sand,
The waves pulled by the ocean,
Lulled away by a sweet caress.
In my dying hour,
I await the sweetest gift,
Of human flesh that follows,
My bones to sea they drift.
Originally written in August 2011. It's a simple poem, interpretation is up to the readers.
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