Beach – Written Sunday 30th November 1994 (Aged 19)

Beach

i see the beach
with an outstretched hand
paradise i almost reach
with words of love
i stretch and reach
and with days of toil
i earn my keep
i learn with glazed eyes
but still i listen
as the daytime dies
i wonder about the reason
as the prisoner cries
he repents for committing treason
i run and hide, lying in wait
it is getting hard to survive
tucked in,
i feel like i am going to suffocate
i look in,
and my nightmares, they are on my trail
i keep going, i must not hesitate
i hear the pack scream and wail
i have to get to my destination
i must not be late
they are on my trail
the children have eroded
with rusty dreams and societies fears
their shells have corroded
so they try to hide their tears
suddenly i see the beach
you are there, just by the waves
your hand, i stretch out to reach
and my sanity is saved
by the beach




James Garratt – Sunday 30th October 1994


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