Acquiescence to Sand, to Stone. (Revision)

[Euan]

Thank you again for the critique, here is my edit -



Acquiescence to Sand, to Stone.

The Ocean's edge
divided, then merged again
between water and sand
cold
and hot.
Trickling sand blisters
the skin between my toes
I step forward into the water

And I begin to wade
I grasp
passing driftwood
arms outreached,
countering the darkness.
Its emptiness constricting
penetrating my outer layer
it tears into my soul.
Its grip,
rigid as the pebbles beneath me

Each pebble holds its own memory
each pebble holds my own memories.
The water trickles through my hair
and settles on the surface.
Each droplet, a tear
a reminder of my Humanity.
That even now, I feel
memories cannot be drowned
be it in this Ocean
or carved free onto the canvas of Earth

I bleed upon the stone,
carving whatever I can
these stones siphon through me.
My vision fading
and my strength, waning.
uncertanity plagues me
with a familiar loneliness settling in.

I submit to the Gods
of injustice,
that have plagued me for too long.

Cast forward,
thrown onto the Beach.
tasting the sand, again.
Searing into my skin, again.
Even this lacks grit
that powerful winds guarantee.
I step forward into the Moonlight
its radiance, a reflection.