Inspiration At The Beach Poem Two

I see warning signs telling me to watch out since it’s not safe but dangerous by this pier.

But still, I’m here and I don’t care about stupid rules anymore.

So I walk onto those slippery moss- stained rocks with my bare feet,

Seagulls are screaming at me in serious need;

They are making my eardrums bleed,

So I can’t hear anything anymore,

Not even the sharp whistle from the beach lifeguard.


I’m faking a smile while I’m trembling and shivering,

Soon enough my pale hands are covered in fresh blood and I don’t feel good.

The seawater is biting in the wounds on my limbs, legs, arms and in my lips..


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