A/N: I felt like writing a disturbing poem >.>
A seaside child, I am
I grew up knowing ocean sands
The calming lull of the foghorn,
Was my lullaby at night.
I’ve felt the hurricane winds blow
I’ve seen seaside sunrises
I’ve tasted the salt air on my tongue
They say the tourists see the waves
But we see what’s underneath
Ain’t that the truth.
Underneath the crisp blue waves
Lazily rolling onto the sandy shores
You’ll find many skeletons
Bodies of many brave men and women
Who fought hard against the waves
But were unsuccessful.
Mothers, sisters, wives and daughters
Fathers, brothers, husbands and sons
Are now nothing more than fish food
So next time you’re ocean bound
Remember to take time and reflect
On those men and women;
Boys and girls.
Never forget about them,
Because who knows?
You could be next.
