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The Beach

A Poem

By Steven BaldryPublished 6 years ago 2 min read
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"The Beach"

The gulls circle endlessly over the cold grey sea,

As the thoughts float aimlessly inside of me.

A wild wind blowing against my freshly shaven face.

I taste a sweet salty mist, from mother nature's tender kiss?

The amusement lights bright the night…

But fail to rob the glory from the stars.

I smile at how life evolves…

As I hear engines roaring by from boy racers in their cars.

They masquerade as hard faced fighters,

Yet cover sensitive souls.

So afraid of surrendering their caged heart,

The vulnerability it involves.

I remember when their design was my fashion.

Looking the part my only passion.

Now through the eyes of one who has lived & learnt…

I laugh out loud at how life changes & turns.

The old nightclub stands vacant, empty in demise.

Like the old man's sad looking, lost & lonely eyes.

He now sleeps on a wooden beachfront bench…

Wrapped up in yesterdays headlines.

Covered in chip shop grease…

He now calls "home" to these dusty streets.

Young girls dance along the twilight promenade.

Wearing expensive dresses that some foreign slave made.

They have no thought or any feeling…

To their worth or their meaning.

They drink & they sway from bar to bar.

While the hungry guys hunt like wolves…

Prowling in the dark.

Ready to pounce, to feed their desire.

With loving parents at home…

Disillusioned by the fire.

There is another world out on these streets.

Where young dreams are made…

Yet hang out of reach.

Now I know the truth.

I still listen when he speaks.

I am called relentlessly through time.

Down to the beach.

I know not of why I come, or for what I seek?

There is some sort of comfort…

Down at the beach.

As I see the waves crash against the sandy, pebbled shore.

Stealing away another grain, another stone.

I’m reminded eventually all is swept back to the shore…

I turn myself around...

I head back for home.

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About the Creator

Steven Baldry

I have been writing Poetry since I was a teenager. Now in my late thirties I enjoy it more than ever. I find it a wonderful release and it helps me to free my mind and understand myself and my emotions.

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