Bleak heart

My feet have died,

My legs gone cold;

On the beach I watched,

Small breakers follow the,

Groynes path straight to shore.

I am above all broken,

Below all wanting,

I give up my one thing.

So I walked out into,

Sea cold, rushing thought,

But now I feel ready,

And as my chest pulls inwards,

To chills I cannot feel,

Chattering grinds Sands,

And saltiness, my numb,

Tongue lolling, head tolling.

We buckle, my body

And I spent,

The groynes are coping,

The stones with chills,

Trips my feet I think, I fall,

I am above all broken,

Below all wanting,

I give up my one thing.