Wanting Sunlight

The waves crush down on me.
Suffocating me.
Slowly taking me away bit by bit.
They whisper stories of times long past.
Taunting me with what could have been.
I see the sun filtering through the filth of what I’ve become.
Reminding me that I am only a piece of plastic surrounded by diamonds.
The sloshing water slowly pulling me into the sand in which I now live.
Waiting, my mind wandering to the gallant live I could of lived.
But I’m stuck here in this forlorn watery graveyard.
Hoping, waiting for the sunlight to reach me with its long rays,
like fingers desperately grasping.
But coming short every time.