Here I Sit
Here I sit
here on the beach
where once there was sand
I stand,
to look over the small mound
to see the ocean once so bright
and so clear.
I am astonished, for
what was a beautiful beach,
with water so clear,
now is a dump,
murky with dirt and grime
no life can be found,
nor could it have been found,
for the water was flushed black with oil,
and many pesticides have glided along the surface,
fast, deadly, and spreading farther
than any eye could see.
Fish float at the surface
still and unmoving.
And the beach,
a horrific site to see,
I look down to see
that what I am sitting on
is not grainy sand,
but melded and chipped plastic,
small shards of sharp glass,
and bones of the small creatures
who died because
of this terrible mess.
When I look up,
the sight is no better.
Dark clouds of smoke
fill the sky,
smothering and choking birds
flying by,
the sky is a sickly red
filled with unimaginable and deadly toxins.
I do not like this place,
with chemical waves,
plastic beaches,
and toxic skies,
I wish to return
to the days that once were;
with clear waters,
sandy beaches,
and blues skies
Please let me be,
please let this be a nightmare
stirred by unconscious
and twisted events,
created by my weary brain.