Ouch

Does it make your hair stand on end?
When the ocean is at thine door,
Do u have shivers down your spine?
Don’t yell at me anymore!
Can I swim? Or do I drown,
A barbarian lot, of me you’ll not find,

My heart is bleeding, from thine shaft shot straight and true,
Did you not see whom your shot would slew?
Mine legs can’t move stuck in the sand,
Wetter by the moment, my god its red,
Not anywhere is there a helping hand,
My life-force seeping away, to mix with the ebbing tide,
Goodbye.

Ouch

Brendan Graham

Lilydale, Australia

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