The Beach

The Beach
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Inspired by the Beach in DEATH STRANDING

. . .

Once
I was a Child,
Until they told me that, 
I cried too much,
I was lazy, 
I was stupid, 
I was unfocused,
I talked too much, 
I was selfish,
And everything that I ever wanted,
Was pointless. 

I believed them. 

And it seemed so important that I did.

So I tried,

Crying less,

Working hard,

Being smart,

Being focused,

Talking less,

Being considerate

And wanting things, 

That made justifiable sense to want.

And everyone was happy, 

Though I wasn't, 

But it wasn't selfish, 

So that was good, 

So I continued,

Until I was,

An adult.

Then, 

Came the rain, 

And those, 

Whom I have so tried, 

To please, 

And serve, 

Scrambled for shelter, 

Leaving me,

Drenched. 

I sought for help, 

And all they could say, was:

'Fend for yourself;

You have but grown!'

I tried and I failed, 

And again I sought for help . 

But all they could say, was:

'Fend for yourself;

You have but grown!'

I tried, 

And again I failed, 

And so I sought for help, 

But all they could say, was:

You cry too much!

You are lazy!

You are stupid!

You are unfocused!

You talk too much!

You are selfish!

And You,

Are, 

Pointless!

They remained in their shelters, 

And I could do no more. 

With a heavy heart, 

I turned, 

And left as they cowered. 

I came upon a beach,

Where the rain was heaviest, 

And I saw a Child, 

Alone on the shore. 

The Child was crying,

So I sat myself down, 

Next to him, 

And asked, 

What was wrong. 

'They said, 

I cry too much, 

I am lazy, 

I am stupid, 

I am unfocused,

I talk too much, 

I am selfish,

I am pointless,

And I do not deserve, 

The shelter.'

He continued to cry, 

And all I could do, 

Was sit by him, 

On the black sands of the beach, 

Looking out, 

Over ferocious waves, 

Rolling under dark skies, 

As the world, 

Slowly floods.