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Things We Lose Have A Way Of Coming Back, Even If You’d prefer It Not To.

By Elizabeth ButlerPublished about 3 hours ago 1 min read
Shoreline
Photo by Josiah Nicklas on Unsplash

I tossed you away.

I tossed you away and yet you return.

Reminding me I’m broken, useless-

Like you.

With each passing wave,

Every time I toss you back in,

You tumble back to me.

I no longer want this memory,

I no longer want to remember.

The waves judge my mistakes.

The waves can feel my guilt

And I can’t conceal it anymore.

Why won’t you let me be free?

Why won’t you let me forget-

Because I shall be punished.

Punished eventually for the crimes I commit.

Every wave, Every tidal passing,

I’m reminded of my cruelty.

Broken, bruised, snapped,

Snapped right down the middle.

I lay the shattered pieces,

A memory lost, before.

Shattered glass, foggy panes,

You’re now deemed useless to me.

Owner’s gone, left in a hurry,

Yet why do you return?

To prove my guilt, You are that proof,

Evidence in that court.

My fingerprints, all smeared on you,

When there’s nothing I can do.

Six foot deep, yet you still haunt,

For you will see me pay.

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About the Creator

Elizabeth Butler

Elizabeth Butler has a masters in Creative Writing University .She has published anthology, Turning the Tide was a collaboration. She has published a short children's story and published a book of poetry through Bookleaf Publishing.

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  • Christopher Beardabout an hour ago

    Nothing like the beach and waves, great work

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