Saturday, September 15, 2007

The Ocean's Morning Sickness


The waves crash into the shore.
Descruction, destruction, destruction
There is still life left on the beach
On the cold and empy shore
Crash, crash, crash
Some say it's beautiful
Auto pilot, again and again with every crash
Do we celebrate the life left and created or mourn the loss of what is no longer
Some still say it's beautiful
The sun begins to set.
Darkness rejoices

2 comments:

Valley Girl said...

Hang in there! It should go away after the first trimester, right?

*Ren* said...

I sure hope so!! I think it's just stress that is making it worse. I'm so hungry but having a hard time eating!!

Funny I just got a comment from you as I was reading yours!