Pounding waves

invade the shores of my imagination,

salt washed pebbles bruise my naked feet,

discordant voices ride the onshore breezes

and mock the need to close my eyes in sleep.

I watch the restless tide's incessant motion,

see peaks and troughs as win or lose,

hear gulls harsh screams of exultation

as they hunt the silver flesh in shallow pools.

My body aches with fear and craving,

I bite my lips but feel no pain,

will tomorrow have a meaning

will tomorrow come again?



Written for a young man who has depression and mental health problems

after using illegal drugs.





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Dorothy Webb

Mon 11th Feb 2019 20:52

Thank you for reading my poem, I value your comment and I thank you for making it.

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Wolfgar Miere

Mon 11th Feb 2019 10:59

A great piece of writing Dorothy, I absolutely connect with this.


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Dorothy Webb

Sun 10th Feb 2019 20:23

Thank you keith for your kind words

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keith jeffries

Sun 10th Feb 2019 14:51


This is a beautifully descriptive poem with real therapeutic value. I hope your friend finds solace and encouragement at this time from these words. Bless him.

Thank you for this


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