Clumsily limping now
along washed-out pale beach strewn
with the bones of now futile hopes
and unrealistic dreams.
Plans so carefully planned out and mapped
now mock in skeletal silence.
Even the sand seems sad.
Where is the so-called solace of time?
Where is the worth in persevering?
When can the hurt be felt to subside
while the cruelty of loneliness rules?
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Author:
Dan Williams (
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This is quite magnificent in beauty, all to often we think of the ocean and the sand to be beauty, yet here there's a new spin and it's loneliness. Beautifully done. 🌹
Some great lines here “stun with bones of Now feudal hopes““” Now mock in skeletal silence “. Wonderful words in a melancholic stance. Well done.
Thank you so much. Pats on the back encourage me to keep at it with when often it seems time wasted.
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