Restless

I walk along the sandy shore of the windswept beach
The wind howls around me and the angry waves slap at my feet
There is no comfort here
No living thing
Unless you count myself
But I do not consider myself alive
Not now
I am but a shadow of my former self
When the beach was warm and the waves were calm
People inhabited the beach then,
Unlike now
Screaming surrounds me, but I am sure it is only me
Figures rise from the shadows,
But I have long learned they are only illusions,
Of former friends and lovers,
And lives
They all thought the storm was fake,
Until they washed out to sea
Then they believed,
Then they understood,
The storm took my life as well,
It took you to the bottom of its depths
I pleaded with it,
But my words fell onto deaf ears
For the Sea is cruel
It can not understand compassion and heartache and despair
It feeds on those things
I tried to fight the tears,
But you were not there to help me through it
The Sea took you,
It left me alone to wander the beach searching for some remain of you
Yet still I have found nothing
Still the tears fall for you
Still they mourn for your loss
Never again shall I return to the Sea
For it took my life
But for now
I must haunt it\'s beaches
until I find rest
Until I am able to go into it\'s depths and become one with the Cruel Sea
Until I go into the Sea and find your soul,
Which haunts the cruel waves