You come to me and tell me to see
the ocean from the pacific coast,
but all I can do is make excuses
for myself not to see the waters.

The ocean surrounds me as it forces
a prison of images of crystal
liquid as it encases me in
a prison of my failed memory.

Each drop of water or each tide
brings back the world of my own
misery influenced by the moon.
Artemis why do you haunt my mind
with the sadness of my past regrets.

For you control the darkness of
my soul by the powers you have
been given by the gods.
As I walk the sandy shores
as memories of my sadness take
form all around me.

People slither away from
the world, and all that I see
are spirits of the past that
consume me.

09/17/2002

Posted on 09/17/2002
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