Anguish

While walking along the beach,
I listen to breakers crash.
Yet all I hear is your voice,
and the way you called me trash.

The ocean draws me to Her,
a siren without a face.
Whispering soft soothing sounds,
She lures me to Her embrace.

Her spray mingles with my tears,
combining mine with Her own.
And currents take me to Her,
pulling me to the unknown.

I heard the hate and anguish,
within a seagull's shrill cry.
In its agonizing screech,
you screamed go away and die.

Slipping under dark waters,
I sink to its deepest depth.
And extinguishing life's spark,
I exhale my final breath.