Crashing (Draft 1)

Crashing (Draft 1)

I am in such pain that
I don’t think I could be trusted,
might hurt you,
because
life hurts so much that I’d find it hard
to listen to the soupçon of truth
in the sea of your love with its
dangerous tides and crashing noises
on the beach with seaweed tangled
in nearly empty shells picked on
by seagulls who can’t normally
break them open but
are glad for the abnormal tide

I am in such pain
but I don’t want to howl into
the surf and crash
like an opera,
like an empty shell, and
already dead don’t want
to be picked on

— Douglas Gilbert