Waves crash over a rocky shore
and who else but lie on this rocky shore.
I lay and lay letting the salt lick my wounds.
I'm injured from battle
a bloody war dividing sweet lovers.
These cuts and bruises and burns run as deep as beauty
skin deep.
The words, the weariness of being a fighter
dig deeper than my epithelial tissues
possibly digging into my soul
if I have one.
The ocean's bitter salts cannot reach these wounds
that sting worse than any mortal wound.
So her I lay and lay awaiting stars bright twinkle.
Waiting for darkness to set in my sights
because I know it's coming soon.
These rocky shores were once so beautiful,
but are now stained with battle red.
Maybe by the time the sun comes up
the salt will have done it's job
maybe the cool waters would have cleaned the shore.
And maybe this soldier's body will be lost to the currents,
a proper burial for a namless,
faceless,
wretched soul.