The public just sees him as a terrible disgrace. An emotional flood of pain. A heart that will not mend, No one to rely on or to talk to as a friend. The drifting clouds momentarily block the sun. A beam of sunlight penetrates the depth of the bay.
Divers explore the sunken ship, As schools of fish swim by with ease.
Diving to the bottom brings back memories of previous dives. The treasure seekers bring up artifacts from the sunken vessel. They leave them on the sailboat While taking a breather. At the end of the day, They bring the treasures to the beach to examine them. John B. James McNeill Whistler's The White Girl She stares at the world that she once had in her grasp, Her face expressionless, not revealing all the emotions That are raging inside her.