I hit the trail, running hard,
Bay shining sweetly before me,
In it's silken depths lies my salvation.

Branches scratch my skin,
Gravel teares at my bare feet,
Scratching and tearing are the only sounds....
in the moonlight.

There is only me and the trail.

The bay calls to me.

I stumble onto the beach,
The moon alone greets me,
and welcomes me home.

There I am at peace and the gentle waves welcome me in.

I wade in gratefully,
and am comforted by oblivion.

As I step in the water,
calm now, serene,
I look to my left, at the lights of downtown,
The streets of my youth,
The streets of my sins,
My ghosts walk there still....

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