Monday, December 12, 2022

Shores of Regret

the Beach is Solitude

the Ocean is Sorrow

the Waves are Suffering

the Sands a Prison

the Tide a Respite

and Perdition

the Sun a watchful Apparition

the -b l i n d i n g- Truth

a -s e a r i n g- Judgement

Gripping Guilt

and -s i c k l y- Torment

my lone relief from the scalding Beach

the Waves of Grief, the Dams they breach

and some -m e m o r y- of what could have been

a foolish Wish to start again

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