As I walk trembling into the sea <br />all its lost secrets it reveals to me <br />as a poetic jest <br />before I enter an endless night of unrest. <br />If I look back at what might have been, <br />I might turn back, <br />but it will be too late <br />for this world is filled with hate. <br /> <br /> <br />Date unknown<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/early-works-unrest/
