Sitting quietly by the sea,
Listening to the rumbles of the tides
I kept ricocheting between my doubts and certainties
Every turn in picturing a breakthrough appeared blank
Then a sound thought popped into my mind saying;
"It's all an illusion
Sitting quietly, my heart beat synced with the momentary movement of the sea
Giving off a happy bitter emotion whenever I pictured my past
It is drenching see the next day and reliving the pain of the past
Agony, anxiety and sarcasm now seem to own me
Then the voice came again; "what an illusion my life has been
I wish I was somewhere, by the sea
credits X: mr_pavee
Photo credits X: dotinglyricism
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Author:
Pave (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 23rd, 2023 20:16
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Beautiful. Great imagery.
I grew up in a small town on the coast of Massachusetts. And in the harbor, there's a lighthouse that is a perfect place to sit and watch, listen and smell the ocean at dawn. It's a very inspiring place to be with your thoughts. Wonderful poem Pave.
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