Pink Sands Poem by Robin Bennett

Turbulent winds churn my insides, as the sea
screams my name; Flushed without color, a
striking contrast against the soft, pale green.
' Come closer, wander in my dear ' whisper
the cold depths. Sin doesn't reside here.
Turn your betrayed heart true blue. Lose your
pale cast, drown sorrows in deep sapphire darkness.

Voices insides my head scream, you are
but just the ocean. Calming at a glance,
dangerous when blood pours from deep wounds.
A feast for the circling great whites. Signs of weakness
make the kill more appealing.

Maybe from Neptune himself, a gust carries me
to pink sand. Small hands reach out to harness her
beauty to behold. Grain by grain, she sifts slowly
through my fingers. Call me weak, call me sad.
Just remember me as heartbroken...