Drabbles: A Hundred Words of Dread

Upon the weeping coastline,

Where the whale-song fades away,

I left my heart, half-torn apart,

In the ebbing of the bay. 

And the bleeding of the shallows,

The seething lighthouse beam,

Cast doubt upon the dreary dawn;

The dying of a dream. 

At the breaking of the sea wall

Falls the awful harbor port,

In disrepair, and standing there,

The drowning waters part. 

Falling through the ocean,

The current calls away,

The crashing waves are gnashing graves

That grind upon the gray. 

Those waters are a ghost now, 

The memory is marred,

The cracking of the causeway

A broken boulevard.