to the burnt out kid

the sea will always be there,

to whisper winds into your ear,

to take you in whole,

to seep salt into your eyelids,

the sea will always be there.

 

the ground will always wait,

to bury your blooming corpse,

to stuff your mouth with flowers,

to seal what is to be no more,

the ground will always wait.

 

your world will never stay,

or wait for you to chase it,

pause until you get up off the floor,

sit around till you feel better,

you'll have to keep up with it.