Echoes of a Drowned World

The hollow ocean holds its breath,

its skeleton bleached into fragile monuments.

A frozen world of coral trees

and shells whispering of lives that never return.

Through the archway of broken time,

the sun burns defiant,

its golden fire mocking the stillness below.

Does it know this place is a tomb?

I walk among the bones of the sea,

my footsteps soundless in the powdered sand.

Each branch stretches toward nothing,

reaching for a sky they’ll never touch.

The silence tastes bitter,

a sour reminder that beauty dies screaming,

though you never hear the sound.

Here, the waves forgot their voice.

The horizon glows,

a molten door I cannot pass through.

It promises warmth,

but offers only the reminder of all that's lost.

I pick up a brittle shell,

its edges sharp enough to cut the lies

we tell about eternity.

It crumbles in my hand,

dust spiraling away in a windless void.

This is no haven.

This is a wound frozen in amber,

a memory too proud to fade.

I stand here alone,

a ghost among ghosts,

watching the sun sink

into a sea of absence.