The Beach
by Sean Powers
July 19, 2004

Laying in the sand

With no reason to live

Faced with drowning,

Or faced with starving

Feeling the birds peck at my pale, burned flesh

As they satisfy their needs

What’s the use if I’ll be gone before they’re through?

I can hear the crashing sound of the waves as it makes a final

Attempt to wash away my glory

It’s all over for me,

And my feeble mind

As we, body and mind, make our final journey

To the other side

So long dear life

For I have been redeemed

There’s no use in stopping us

For death is my final plea.