Washed Ashore

I waited in the ankle-deep water,
With drenched skin wrinkling
Feet beginning to numb, indifferent
To the fire-tipped nerves, that wailed
Deadened to lulling worldly antidotes
While the heralds thundered about
The impending storm on its way.
I waited. For you, to keep a truth.

When you walked away,
I didn’t really believe it was real.
That when you said, don’t wait
You meant, I am not coming back.

About Guria

An Artist in Science: A Misfit 'cause I choose to be one. "Whenever you find that you are on the side of the majority, it is time to reform" And a Maverick, because, I'm... umm... brilliant?
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