I Was Still Standing There

Here I am

standing on top

of a pad of sand.

The sun is coming down

on my skin.

It is a blanket.

A nice

cozy blanket.

The water waves

back and forth

covering and then uncovering

my feet.

The salt

glues itself in between

my toes.

Uncomfortable

yet

manageable.

It is all so beautiful

but no one is there.

It is just

me.

All

alone.

I look around

and grow content.

It is not too bad.

Seconds later,

I take a step.

And all of the beauty around

disappears

within an instant.

The sun

in all of its glory

vanished.

Dark clouds followed

but remained.

They bullied the sun

into hiding,

The quiet ocean waves

grew furious

for their friend

the sun

had faded.

But I was still standing there.

The dark clouds

began mourning.

I was still standing there.

The mourning grew into violent screams.

I was still standing there.

I was soaked

and alone

but it felt

so right.

I was hopeless

and worthless.

I was suffocating on pain.

So I stood there

letting it

eat me

away.