…now written deeply into my skin

I watch the endless motion of the tides
as they religiously ebb and flow
cradling the waves before and after the fall
they now caress your empty bones
as they lie abandoned and alone
wave after wave after wave
exposing the stark white that lies beneath
in the all encompassing darkness
the darkness that you used to wear, like a cloak
and with which, you coloured my world
as you broke my spirit, stroke by brutal stroke
ultimately revealing in the end
that at your core, you were born of flesh
and as other mortal beings
to dust you will return
but whilst death is the price of your sins
your soul will forever burn
the price for the dark passages
now written deeply into my skin
© Ann Bagnall