Treasure Island

Lynne FincherSpringarden


A Sea of Tears


Her life was not a waste
Though she fled this life in haste
The chaos not her taste
The pain too much to face
A loss of faith in the human race

She wept a bitter tear
To know that love was near
But then her greatest fear
Unearthed beneath the pier

The oceans’ sting
And the chill it brings
The salty taste
At waters edge
Her child was lost
At what a cost

When she awakes
She will forsake
This world she loved
And happiness
It came too late
So sad to see
Twas just her fate

A final act
A perfect end
Her long lost mate
And child await
For her to join
At heavens gate

Submitted: Saturday, June 08, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 01, 2013

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