Y Parrots Of Pain Poem by stewart green

Love is cruel
Cuts you thought
Like the sunlight
In the wave

Laughing on the shore
Expecting much more
Going out to sea
The way you held me

Playing the water line
Jumping just on time
Couldn’t really have thought
What that day had wrought

Red tide killed our fun
Just as we had begun
So much mounting pain
As our love dying in vain

Want to be alive
Not dying in pain
I want to be free
Yet this who can flee