Shadowy Beings

A mockery made

taunting 

bruising

tainting

any love

any desire

any passion 

that I may have.

Fierce waves

pounding the sand

forlorn

I stand upon the pier

staring

tears carried away by the wind.

No one can hear me

screaming

raging

rending my hair

my clothes

as I appeal to anyone

to help me end this pain.

Never did I imagine

a greyness

so subtle

so permanent

so insidious

as the one enveloping me

bleeding me

could take hold

embrace me within its cold reach

patient to wait

for my pledge.

Frigid darkness

fighting no longer

allow the waves to batter

break my body upon the shore

as I give in once more

to those shadowy beings

feeding upon my soul.

March 13/19