Woke up to take a walk barefoot
on my golden sands only to find it
littered with stygian ashes of hope
Along my prideful emerald shore
That now tosses and turns dark,
raising a screaming hell
As it Nibbles lifeless form of a boy
Whose mother drowned last night
Clawing desperately at life for her child.
Against a portentous storm of Reluctance,
She raged a fierce battle to survive.
Tore her soul against a stacked deck,
Poor thing never stood a chance.
Kept repeatedly pleading her gods to find
A safe haven for her sweet little boy
whose heart finally gave up the fight
And here he lies face down beside my pink toes
On what once were my golden sands
that now bleed Red, staining
my virginal Prada drapes and mind
As I make quiet resolves to look
for another place to take my comely walks.